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Well maybe (stream of consciousness)

You know, I was thinkin..

Maybe we ain’t really meant to be human at all…

You know?

Like…I was reading bout these various Russian children who were raised by packs of dogs..

They adopted their mannerisms..

Even down to walking on all fours.. And eating that which their pact ate.. Completely engrossed in the identity that they associated with..

Made me think about how much we are just creatures that mimic… 

Monkey see monkey do…

All the fads..

All the trends..

All the slang…

We just see something and cling to it..

Maybe everything we knew about being human was but a lie…

Something the first were indoctrinated with..

And we simply carried on as habit..

Maybe these social constructs are just that.. Constrictions.. Constructs built to construct who we really are.. What we are really capable of..

Maybe we barely scratched the surface of what we really are.. 

Maybe we’re too stuck on being who and not curious enough to roller what…

What are you?

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Quicksand and Fractured Souls… (A poem by Jack)

Can’t even scratch the surface…

The depths of her complexity can not be fathomed…

But the depths of my shadows are quite evident…
All-encompassing… The shadows have absorbed all light and devoured my being…

I am a black hole– my misery has swallowed me whole.. I have no means of escape…

I am hatred.. Pointed in all directions… My blows are both self-indulging and self-induced… Flooding with self-pity..

I feel the sharpness of pain… A blade slicing through the shadows…a warm blade that drips of blackness… Slicing through the dark with precision… a harnessed chaos with every stroke …

I am melancholy… Because beyond the horizon is a field of bleak… A barren field.. Fruitless and of despair… The perfect resting place for a fallen warrior…

I am fear… Because my enemy does not exist… All I see is black… All I hear are whispers… All I can feel is void… How can one fight what one can’t know is real…

I am self destructive…. I am crushed within myself.. I can’t see outside the black hole… All that I know resides within the darkness…

Where is the light? Who has my hope… Despair echoes answers.. But his veracity is questionable..

Subtle hints… My only means of encouragement… Whispers from an unknown source… From an unknown space.. With an unknown message…

Stars Bursting into a Sea of Immorality ( A poem by Jack)

Sun drenched…

And sun dried…

Wave after wave crashing against my spine..

An entire ocean of retribution..
From past sins coming home to roost after years of neglect..

Wave after wave crashing…

As I sit there piecing it all together… Not understanding the tide of the devil’s hand.. But maneuvering and evading through the prickling of His fingers..
Death is of little threat… But the coercion of my being.. My motivation is within the gallows..

Wave after Wave bears down on my back…

Lash after lash thickens my hide…
Sin after sin diminishes my soul…
But breath after breath restores my spirit…
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Step after step invites perseverance…
The suns rays command me rise up!
And face the ocean… Look my demons in the eye.. And part the sea if need Be…

Or elevate above the chaos.. Shed the malaise and saunter across the surface of the voracious waters…

As the waters move along forever…. The sea seems infinite…And so does I and the journey I must become…

Perpetual evolution of the infinite being within finite structures…

Structures that crumble and fade.. With the caprice of the wind…
The breath of life restoring me anew…

Stars Bursting…

Twinkling…

Rise Phoenix Rise…

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