The
Ritual
Is ever present
Ever lasting in the mind
Ever smiling like a moon’s curled crescent.
Un-
Hallowed ground
Cause once true belief
In a weary wanderer
Stolen by evening shadow thief.
Death
A fixture
Rivalled by birth’s goal
One in forty trillion
Odds favour few swimmers in a shoal.
Life’s
Scriptura
Stem from the seedling
Of a tree which reaches up
And grasps all six senses of feeling.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
You can’t un-see
Once you’ve cut the red tape
You remain unfree
Shackled thoughts won’t escape.
When it doesn’t make sense
Whenever you listen
There’s no recompense, in a
Taxable war of attrition.
“You won’t have to suffer
If you’d just work harder!”
No nutritional buffer
For empty stomach and larder.
This so-called elite
I just don’t understand
They’d cut off your feet
And insist that you stand.
The Sun carries the fate
Of our future on its back
The Son carries the weight
Of his past in his pack.
The Sun practices beaming
Ready for the summer show
The Son forever dreaming
Of freedom free to grow.
The Sun solemn staring
At a world disintegrating
The Son struggles caring
In a world hell-bent on hating.
The Sun won’t last forever
But will far out last the Son
The Son’s a trifle clever
But he won’t surpass the Sun.
Thoughts are running wild
Their hoofs unruly; trample
Cerebellum sands reviled
Scatter, scurry and they scramble
A lack of understanding
As to why this burden carries
Aptitude is demanding
Mind and fear; forever marries
It’s hard to point the pin
If there ever really was one
In self-loathing, selfish skin
That coalesces til it’s gone
Yes, the suffering it stings
But the feeling never lasts
The ‘only hope’ should cling
Yielded tight within the grasp.
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