Saturday, August 15, 2015

Filled with hollow

There is a great emptiness that fills this world; a lack that drains human uniqueness.  The suppression of the incompatible by the destruction of individual nonconformity exacts a terrible price; it creates things that work together, no longer fully human.  The greater good sought by this process, a functioning society, is eclipsed by the destruction wrought.  The blocks of human potential become altered to more easily fit together; but with the internal integrity lost, it renders the structure unsound.

People stand astonished at the carnage and mayhem collapsing about them, but never seem to consider that strength can't be built from weakness.  The maimed bear the double burden of such injury; a loss that can't be acknowledged, and a support removed.

A foundation filled with hollow will not stand.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015


What goes down, must come up-a least in some instances.  Creating rather than regurging seems increasingly difficult; the head full of hollow echoes resoundingly.  Mental ruts run the mind down paths beaten into muck, arriving at destinations long before the trip begins.  Is this just aging, or something more insidious, a harbinger of debasements to come.  It's not as if the work world requires conscious thought on a regular basis; one of the hallmarks of my gainful employment is the lack of creativity afforded.  Still, better to strive for such, than lapse into the mental withering that beckons from the void.  Even slightest works bode better than abandoning effort.  Hence, the smell of effort in sweat, rather than the sweet stench of idleness.  

Monday, July 13, 2015

daily grinder

The dreams are becoming more frightening and frightened.  The tiger sized rats, the mutant multi-legged dogs with eyes dripping humors; the entombment, where the last glimpse of light is obscured by the coffin lid--- these seem to tell me of fears unnamed.  The floods of sadness and despair that wash upon waking; these tell me more.  At the end of one day, and before the start of the next, I drift in a space of dread with increasing frequency.  It is the gift of the overlords; the increasing demands in exchange for diminishing compensation; coupled with constant badgering over crumbs of time.

The wheels of inequity grind fine and with greater speed; the land resounds with cries of ravenous hunger and want. The worst loss is that of self; leaving shreds of emotion and thought strewn across days of stress and strife.  Hoping for and fearing more the day when the demonic sights are finally obscured by the lid of darkness.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

once for a lifetime

A mind needs thoughts like a sword needs sharpening... to pare a phrase.  Somehow, playing Candy Crush for hours on end won't cut it..  The days of stress; being badgered by greedy bastards without regard  for anything except their quarterly bonuses take a toll, as does the things done to relieve the sickening feelings it invokes.  Complex thoughts and feelings are windowed down; grinding through the minutes by whatever thoughtlessness serves to force the time to pass.  The measured reflection, and the careful consideration evaporate, leaving the dregs of emotional damage and disgust.  The will to betterment needs to arise, and bring hope and help for me.