Monday, January 30, 2012

Language is really interesting. It conveys feelings. Everyone has these feelings , these experiences, within their minds. But you can't share these meanings without an intermediate, and language fills the gap between meanings. Language is the ultimate connection between humanity, it connects everyone through the expressions it creates, it's a tool used and created by humanity. It might seem desirable to just access others meanings without this intermediate, but that's short-sighted, it's much more beautiful, more intricate, with language. A presenter trusts the receiver of language enough to tell their own truth, and the receiver trusts the presenter to give the truth. This entrusted truth is the basis of the expression to convey their meanings. A truth will have its own bias and is never impartial, it's a way of distributing facts with their own interpretation, and it's a core construct that exemplifies emotions and more interestingly, inter-subjectivity, something nothing but language can do.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

I look at a cup and I think drink
This cup does more than think
The usage defined by past distinct
Ruffling through memories all linked
Lying down with sounds, a sphinx
Vying against the drowned, sinks


It seems inevitable during the ascent to maturity
They simultaneously resent lending purity
Former faces finalized, lost in obscurity
Engulfed by the absurdity deservedly
Lost to inertial incredulity

Thursday, January 26, 2012

From the ashes of society emerged a pheonix
The previous praxis purged by the incendiary extremist
A grievous past surged into pristine unrest

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Path Most Raveled

What is the distinction between waking life
And the extinction seen by lack of strife?
The bland deem it the current of crimson seas
The sands seem deterrent to simian beings
The chance of your esteem concurrent to my pitiful meaning
Yet I dance dolefully, forfeiting torrents of ecstasy, seemingly
A soulful expanse respun, presents distress elatedly
The mournful stance, chokes on suspense, death mated
Suffocated, reborn full, a sudden rush of life lent to lung
An inhaling pull lush with intent, burns to be sung
Impaling lull, crushing lament, the notes in my throat, hung

Monday, January 16, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The meteor shot across the placid sky
I still don't know why I even went to look at it
I guess it was just something to do, to derive inspiration from
As it shot across the sky, in that brief moment, a spark lit inside of me
It was something so insignificant, and yet it still spoke to me in ways nobody else ever had or could
Its journey had happened to coincide with the exact window of time I was searching for it
It will continue its journey like I will mine, and we will probably never meet again
We are both products of inertia in this universe, and if it can cope with it, so can I