Sunday, April 17, 2011

I often float too much.

I'm an optimistic realist when I fight off my idealist.
I may coat my words with sarcasm at times
or pester to pure obnoxiousness,
but when it comes down to it
I love so deeply it pains me.

I float so high that the air gets thin
I lack secular oxygen and my head begins to spin
I'm in pure oblivion to reality
all I see is what can be
and my heart explodes at the uncertainty of it coming to pass in my vicinity.

Global unity!
My mind can't comprehend the possibilities!
One world, one love, one family.
Instead we live in incongruity.
We hurt a brother, sister, or mother to get ahead with disgusting fluidity.
We reach for a dream that borders on selfish stupidity.
We make choices that encourage and promote inhumane cruelty.
In relation to our God we sleep around with unconcerned infidelity.
We're in hell, you see?

Shall we continue like this?
Is it our duty?
Or shall we turn the tides and reject all of which is expected?
There is more beyond the clothes, the hair, the money and the Book,
a new way of living that screams from the inside, if we'd take a look-
reminding our hearts of what is good, and real, and true-
there is much to ponder, and even more to do.



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Transcendentalism is so beautiful and true to what life actually is.

"But if a man would be alone, let him look to the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime. Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which has shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile."


Truly beautiful.