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July 21, 2006
The savior
Kane and Able, Issac, and Ismail, and the dynasty of men in peril, where do we go from here, what is the legacy we leave, Pride and Prejidice, and the dust bowl of history. I have always wondered how a men would allow himself to take away from another man all he has gotten. Its the texture of skins, the physical charactristic of our differences, and our beliefs, its how we distinguish ourselves from each other, and how we insist on such sepration to reach the individuality we desire, for we well know how similar we are.. The same colors that seprate us also bring us together and show us our similarities. Pitty we do not understand, pitty we do not accept.
Its the same stone that broke his brothers skull, in the same motion and with the same rage. I know I have to let go of this analysis, and accept that I am anothere spectator, and as the time goes I will see less of this heresy and hear even less of it and at its heights it would bother me less, for I am programmed to accept and deny and get used to all that is around me. I rather look inside, I rather close the doors and stay within this coccon and weave my dreams in all colors of rainbows. I rather drink the cold water and quinch my thirst, eat the bread, hum a tone, smoke a cigarette and write another poem, though these days I write them mostly inside my head in my extended day dreams for registring them seems futile.
There is no inspirations left , the heights of emotions , the satisfaction of the words that lay in harmony and carry within themselves all the dreams of a lost soul. The road was taken the ideals were lost and we left the sanctuary,
Ther is only disappointments at the end of curiosities, and once you got there and you saw the shell of the beloved, and he empty space wiin his soul, you wonder............And then the savior calls mu name, invites me to smile and a embrace reminding me that I have had it around me for the longest time, and all I have is not of my effort, but the destiny I have been afforded, she feeds me, and holds me, and tells me the road has been taken the wonder is at hand, and all I need is the time and the understanding of how to enjoy aqll I got.
Don't look back, don't look up, down or inside, just look and let life carry you....................................I will.
Posted by Idinraha at July 21, 2006 08:56 AM