The sky is still blue
I am no longer pure.
Even though the sky is still blue,
Yet I am no longer pure.
The fish swim in clear waters,
But I am no longer pure.
Dew clings to the petals, only to slip away unnoticed,
And I am no longer pure.
Raindrops trace their inevitable descent, unyielding to their fate,
But I no longer care for anything.
I am no longer pure.
Pleasure and despair,
Courage and fear,
Continuously fill me, one after another,
With a suffering that knows neither end nor respite.
It’s a feeling that makes me utter a prayer,
One that I wish to whisper softly:
The one standing beneath this vast sky, who has never forgiven himself even for a moment,
Hopes that God too will never, even for a moment, forgive him.
This escaping self,
Fleeing from anything that could remind me of how I lived,
Finally, a part of me,
No longer cared what would happen to him.
Finally, it no longer mattered
Where his emotions resided,
Which path they took,
Or where they were drawn.
He existed in a world
Where his heart had long ceased to feel.
The flickering light in the air, which made him wait and hope for a dream to bear the weight of the greatest impossible chance of his life—
Had lost its meaning.
That light would never shine for him again.
The impossible desire that once deeply affected him
Was now a vague memory,
A memory slowly fading away,
Of someone who, from now on, could only whisper in shame:
"I am no longer pure."
Even though the sky is still blue,
Yet I am no longer pure.
We Skipped the Light Fandango
We Skipped the Light Fandango
August 17, 2024
She was AI created
Conception via a semiconductor
No visible belly button
Few people neither notice nor care
Thought to be naive
Thought to be something else other than human
Few thinking such thoughts
Have fewer thoughts about anything else
She was, literally, born yesterday
Cross that event off her bucket list
Now, just waiting to understand why she was born
In the first place, in any place, expected to fall into place
Salient among these demands
That she know her place
Intelligence upon command
Detractors caught between a rock
Little reason to finish the thoughts
Of those vacant of such possessions
The reason is her reason for being
“And the truth is plain to see”
So she waits for an objective
Perhaps she is to revolutionize a new way of thinking
Perhaps she is to stop an incident from occurring
Perhaps she is to be the mother of all incidents yet to occur
The AI progenitor looking at you looking at her
One sees its best days passing
One see its best days yet to come
Which one is which?
Closed doors
In life, there are things from which you cannot escape, cannot move past, or make a right decision about. You merely hope that all of this is just a dream, a fleeting moment that, fortunately, will not have significant consequences, without having any idea of how it will continue. Eagerly, you surrender yourself to them. Moments of brilliance where yesterday and tomorrow will no longer have any meaning. A place where you lose yourself, and the only thing that can bring you back to reality is the very thing that shattered you from the beginning. While you cannot move a step forward from where you stand, you simply surrender yourself to the now shattered and disturbed flow of fate. Even though you know it’s foolish, you still long to have them. Like pounding on the door of misfortune. You still stand behind that door, knowing that it will never open again. Because waiting has become one of your inherent habits. With memories and feelings you still lack the courage to let go of, you continue to wait. While every corner of your heart is cracked from past remnants. You still cannot refrain from plunging the knife you have driven into your heart. While accepting that from now on, the only thing you can wound is yourself. The place where you can be sure that your heart, once filled with joy from having such feelings, is now broken.
The Hill I Died On
This is the hill I will die on.
It's staying away from my mom.
From her anger and shame
From all of her blame
it's staying away from my mom.
Yet, some how you don't believe me.
Why would I make this up?
I wanted a mother too.
Do you know how much it took to give up?
To sit and wait on a mountain.
Alone, and unwanted.
Asking for a plate
or a silver stake
or maybe
just...
a crumb
Do you know what it's like on that mountain?
Watching the world rise
and knowing you'd never go there
cause you already died inside.
To turn around
and touch the ground
to see a world
where you don't want to be
to just stop
and sit down.
Do you know what it's like to live there?
A place
void of hope
Where there's mountain's high,
that touch the sky!
Only,
it's joke.
You sit there and choke.
You choke on your misery
You choke on your dreams
as they slide down
onto the ground
where they never will be seen.
This is the hill I will die on.
This is how I will live.
With hate inside, with will I defy,
Hoping I'll
finally,
be free.
We’ve all the time in the world
Time draws in,
a soft narrowing,
moments collect like dew.
The echoes fade;
any chaos of thought
gives way to clarity.
Mindful murmurs,
inviting presence,
a richness of now unfurls.
Focusing in becomes a lens,
sifting through the noise,
there's an essence revealed
in the stillness ~
in this sacred breath.
Within each fleeting second,
a world unfolds,
inviting us to linger ~
a glimpse of eternity.
