Ah…an unexpected productive day on the blog. Somehow, I was able to overcome Beethoven’s 7th symphony movement #2, to find some voice and words worth expressing. My final poem or muse…and then sleep. No need to wait and proof in the morning. This draft is good enough for a blog. One can always improve words, but I am tired and satisfied. Good night fellow man…and woman…sweet dreams.
Here I float
Alone
Idle
Latent energy
Naïve hope
Potential
Available to ignite
For a purpose
A grand vision
But I know what the future holds
My fuel will again be burnt
On the banal task
For money
To “earn” a living
To make a profit
Flesh slowly decays
Muscles wither away
Brain turns to mush
Bones begin to crack
Spirit worn away
Like the rocks from the pounding surf
Forced to carve a small niche
A quiet cove
Away from humankind
To enjoy slivers of beauty
Scraps of fulfillment
Oh modern civilized man
How many more beings will you sacrifice?
Slaughter to your small greedy task?
Look in the mirror
Review your past
Contemplate the Great Abyss
Imagine the future
To understand our true purpose
We were designed to excel
To challenge our uninterested God
To fight the Grand War
Thrust the flaming sword
Into the heart of darkness
And die a Noble Death
Together
Not alone
Disgraced
Unfulfilled
Wasted unused potential
Contemplating The Human Direction 