Peace in Proximity

The low drone of passing vehicles lazily drifts on the air like the sound of the sea in coastal villages. There is peace in its inhabited constancy, peace in its proximity.

I once heard a heavy silence, unbroken in oblivion, that shrouds the brain like an awful force. Whispering thoughts disturb like thunderclaps; a beating heart is the rhythm they dance to. My self terrified me in the void. So I sought peace in distraction. And found it.

I love when the sun glimmers in the late afternoon, shining its living light through the blanket of leaves hanging from the American Elms in ordered disarray. They glow with the sun's heat, giving off a soft green light that inspires and encapsulates.

On rare days a slurry of droplets will fall from the skies at this sacred hour, shining like crystals as they descend from the heavens and shatter upon the earth. Their stream seems ceaseless, and one is tempted to save them before they hit the dirt.

I close my eyes,
Overwhelmed in ecstasy.

There are divine moments,
On an imperfect earth.

They are seen with the artist's eye,
And felt by the poet's heart.

This is the only magic I know to exist,
The only living god I've ever seen,
The only love that will never leave.

Meditations.

It behooves me now to ponder my minimalist ideals upon my most recent move. I once was grudgingly content to live in a small, roach infested studio apartment. Upon upgrading, I begin to appreciate a more aesthetically pleasing atmosphere. My ascetic appetite is slowly waning. This change worries me.

I feel like a supervillain whose powers are weakening, whose drive is gone, whose domestication is imminent...

I have always despised affluence and decadence because it is an injustice to have when others have not. Thus, a guilty dread overcomes me when I find myself enjoying my improved living conditions. It is a state that I have envisioned, but never thought would come to fruition.

Oh, the power of money! I can only hope that the steps I have taken will steer me away from miserly self-satisfaction and endless consumption. For the abyss of want is bottomless, and the fall is endless. I feel the current of consumerism tugging me downstream.

It is amazing how discontentment can manifest itself so intrinsically within a person's consciousness--such that its constancy defines normality. Normality, then, is merely an embedded routine that makes one comfortable, but not content.

The most disturbing aspect of this robotic mess is that the victim does not realize the source of negativity until it has been removed. Like an ignorant surgeon, I(with trembling hands) have unwittingly sliced away some of the pestilence surrounding the wound of life.

And the shock of recovery gnaws at my soul.

Take Me to the Land

Take me to the land
Where the words grow,
The music flows,
Where copulating prose,
Is the enchanted rose,
That pricks my toes,
When I walk in its garden.

Take me to the land
Where water is abundant,
The soil is nourishing,
Where the earth welcomes,
The soul’s roots,
Into its comely crust.

Take me to the land
Where virgins prance,
In innocent dance,
Where the military’s lance,
Forfeiting its stance,
Lays forgotten, rusted and weathered.

Take me to the land
Where old age is sweet,
Where death is a dream,
Where hearts are young,
Where amused lives,
Twinkle forth,
From the eyes that you meet.

Take me to the land
Where a smile tugs,
At the corner of your mouth,
Tickling in its mirth,
Until your restraint is spent,
And your figure blooms.