12 October 2014

Three Hundred and Sixty-Seven


We all vote with our wampum,
And however everyone together casts their ballot
Creates a irrevocable dystopian future for which each and every life form
Is to one degree or another already paying.

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Very difficult, indeed, to be detached from the given body,
Especially in the flurries of pleasure and pain.
And, of course, which distraction
Is easier to endure?

* * * *
What might you be doing with your existence
If you had not somehow taken the road less traveled?
Free will looking forward, fate looking back.

* * * *
Whatever you want, Quantum Dearest,
Sweetiekins of the bona fide imperative.

* * * *
Before all firsts, after all lasts, you are.

* * * *
Always rough sailing
When others want more from you
Than you are willing or capable of offering.

* * * *
Again and again, and yet again,
You are ever tempted in so many ways.
To be free, or not to be free, that is the question.

* * * *
There is no way to get through existence
Without hurting or being hurt, intentionally or not.
A full dollop of forgiveness by all concerned is the best salve.

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The question ever remains:
Do you follow your own observations,
Or subscribe mindlessly to the countless delusions
Consciousness, with complete and utter ease, every moment weaves.