Life is a Choice
We have the freewill to do what we want.
To rob or not to rob
To love or not to love
To be loved and love in return or not love in return.
To steal, to kill, to destroy like the devil or to give freely, to assist life and to build it's your choice.
In every choice that you would be making, bear in mind that everything has something that will be returned to you whether your choices be good or bad, consequences will come your way.
Life is an echo it gives you back what you gave it.
Be happy while you are young, let your heart give you joy in the days of your youth, follow the ways of your heart and whatever your eyes see, BUT know that for all these things, God will bring you to judgment.
Life is full of choices.
It is a test
Death is not its goal but death is a decision.
Your choice
Frailty and a Butterfly Soul
he flinches in the light,
head down,
checking himself for sins
he might have missed
when he tried
to scrub the darkness away,
but his soul is frail
like butterfly wings,
and he opened holes
beneath the mist
he wears as skin,
shaped like the bristles
of whiskey and cigarette burns,
harsh like good intention
possessed by weakness.
but there is no door
in the cocoon
shaped for re-entry,
no wisp of nature's breath
that forms a current
back to the beginning,
no passage beneath the clock,
but he rises, knowing,
broken wings
can still glide home.
The Truth About the World, and Everything Else Humanity has Forgotten
i. genesis begins with a whisper,
a mutter no one is alive to hear
yet everyone pretends to understand anyway. there is truth in the inception of
the universe: that death does not
overlook, and that the world
continues to spin regardless.
ii. infinity is incomprehensible,
the expanse of space a graveyard
of failed missions to understand
it. the human mind is not capable
of grasping how small our kind
is compared to everything that
lies beyond. what can be gained
does not equal what can be
lost, because we can lose everything
and our mother and the loss
will still be endless.
iii. immortality is a myth to
explain mortality, just as
absolute power is paradoxical.
the inevitability of the end is
the only reason we want to avoid it.
the days blink by like
lightning, a millisecond to Gaea's
eternity, and our eternity is wasted
when we try to live forever.
we fail, and time marches.
iv. deliverance is one part
liberation and three parts too late.
illusions come when we least
expect them, our dreams are
only what we want them to show us,
and even salvation cannot
free us from greed. (freedom
from pain does not equal freedom from suffering.)
everyone is starving for something,
and it does not have to be food.
v. every exodus comes with
sacrifice. every revelation leaves
a body burning, every funeral
leaves another dead in the wake.
everyone leaves with the intention
of never returning, and half of
us keep our promises.
we keep walking, and see nothing.
we keep walking.
vi. the earth revolves around
the sun, the moon revolves
around the earth, and we
revolve around ourselves.
so does everyone else.
(this is the reason for destruction,
the reason we trick ourselves
into believing we deserve more
because we are better, when
really, we have always been the same.
death is equal,
death is predetermined,
and we already
cease to breathe.)
