Inevitability


The ever impending doom that is death lingers over us on a daily basis. We are reminded constantly of what it is to be human, and, what it is to be mortal, despite our best efforts to duck, dodge and dive away from the ageing process. Whether it be an early, mid or late life crisis, they all boil down to the same sediment and sentiment.

That we are born and in doing so we must eventually die.


And when you really think about it; the futility of life that is, it is deeply frightening.


At one point or another we will all experience this thought:

“I am just a grain of sand in an ever expanding universe that will have zero impact on history whatsoever. I will be forgotten just the same as everyone who has ever lived, and everyone whoever will live.”

And this is totally normal. Terrifying, but normal.


Most people combat these negative feelings through distraction. This is a good idea seeing as the feeling of insignificance is incredibly unpleasant.

Inevitably distraction is a key part of what it is to be human.

Equally, so is mortality.

The irony being that a distraction from the inevitable only brings that inevitability closer towards you.


I would argue that it is always better to embrace the inevitable.

Now don’t get me wrong. It would be unwise to ruminate on the fragility of existence constantly because ultimately this would cause strong feelings of depression and/or anxiety. I do, however, believe that it is good to come to terms with your fate. In doing so you will defeat fear itself and unlock your true potential to live.


My very simple advice would be as follows;

Live in the moment rather than the past.

Seize the day rather than worry about the future.

Remember that life is futile but you don’t have to be.

Die living. Don’t live dying.


Ultimately the chance of you being created is around 1 in 400 trillion. So, why waste it?

Death is inevitable. Life, however, is not.


Greedy guts


A glimmer

A memory of a memory

The flash of a camera bulb

As the anorexic chance gets slimmer.


Forgotten

Yesterday’s news is buried treasure

And X barks the dog

And the dog eats itself; rotten.


Avarice

Is devouring a banquet feast

Set out in front of a rough sleeper

Too famished to throw a fist.


Cupidity

Hunting with arrows for more

Material or maniacal power prêt à manger

Sustained solely by stupidity.


Requiem


Remembering; slumber.

A forgotten number.

The subtraction

of dreamy interaction.

An ever-falling bungee jumper.


Remembering; rest.

De-stress? Distressed.

Unanswered calls

by sunken eyeballs.

To close their quest.


Remembering; peace

Of mind. At ease.

Stood at attention

for every mention

of failure to sleep.


Remembering; dreams.

Coins in a fountain gleam.

Now each and every

are but a memory.

Copper tears that stream.


Age before beauty.


Respect your elders

Deflection held their

Opinion turned knowledge

A tragedy befell here.


Wisdom holders tell

That their shit never smells

Ain’t no roses in that garden

Pick a flower flavoured hell.


But you’re told that you must

Hold a secret – always trust

When they lie, deceit and cover

Everything you want discussed.


It’s funny when you cry

They’re laughing – always wise

They’re never lacking

Cause it’s all inside their minds.


And their own motives underlie…

Your trapping.


Blue sky thinking


Cool breeze

Eases the heat

Smiling sunshine’s

Caress is sublime

From head to feet.


Hopeful faces

Content, courageous

Sweet chitter chatter

Feet pitter patter

On pavement, in places.


A new beginning

Each day is bringing

Future plans

Are grasped in hands

And seized for winning.


Spirit grows not shrinking

Heart blooms not sinking

Exhilarating azure

Makes a dark mind pure

By it’s blue sky thinking.


Shock; Horror


Power down

But you never have chance to

Power down

Government changing hands too

Power down

It’s in their plans to

Power;

Us down

To push policy plans through.


Lightbulb

When you finally realise the state

Lightbulb

Ideas falling into place

Lightbulb

Won’t stay on in a darkened space

Lightbulb;

Dimming

Is our struggle and our fate.


Shock

Charge from a volt

Shock

Bank charge is your own fault

Shock

Electri-City company cult

Shock;

Horror

Cost of living insult.


Snooze you lose


Snooze you lose

The emperor’s got amuse-bouche

Yesterday’s muse

Pales into insignificance

When you’ve got no food.


Leadership battle

Pray to silence politician’s prattle

Tell-tale will always tittle and tattle

Morbid magnificence

Cause we are already culled cattle.


Another day done

Counting down until the final one

Rebellion quelled by quango sponge

Resolute reticence

Society controlled by scum.


House of common creatures

Falsehood is a permanent feature

Nurse, retail worker and teacher

All paid a pittance

But it’s just a policy procedure.


Modern Living

The worst thing about the ‘modern’ world is that it doesn’t allow you to take a moment and appreciate, just;

Being.

The air you breath, the sky above you, the earth beneath your feet.

All of these real and natural things pale in comparison to the ever imposed, falsified pressure of being a ‘modern’ human.

So, the next time you encounter a moment in which you are relaxed in nature. Live it, really soak it in.

And, just;

Be.

Build bridges not walls


A wall is made for breaking down

A brickyard’s tears, a stony frown

Ventless, relentless, in the past

America, Berlin, Belfast

Partition found on world renown.


A bridge is made to bring together

A culture crossing, a road for better

Far-reaching, for teaching

The human condition’s seeking

Each step across is a capped feather.


The walls you put up within your heart

Deny a chance for love to start

Foreboding, eroding

Bitterness, self-loathing

Constant reminder – landing marks.


The bridge you build will bolster new

Strengthens souls and spirits too

Co-operation, exaltation

Meeting in the middle; combination

Helps humanity by uniting you.


Soul-searching


We are all cut from the same cloth

Black or white. Pauper or posh

And as those veracious bubbles do froth

The truth always comes out in the wash.


Life’s banquet is seared with many decoys

Blue, well-done, medium and rare

You can never delect in the delicious joys

Without first tasting bitter despair.


It’s always the cruel that bloom and flourish

It beggars belief how the meek don’t inherit

We must first plant wisdom and courage

To stop them reaping from our own merit.


Because when life is unkind

And your ducks don’t stay in a row

Sometimes you have to lose your mind

To find your soul.