Apocalypse

lpyDavid King
Religion 371
4/23/08
Times End
At first glance,
Time is such a wonderful thing.
Taking tragedies and pain,
Occurring throughout life
Burying them deep and far
Into the depth of the past.
Recovery, growth, enlightenment.
But at what cost to us
Does time bring in exchange?
We lay here blind to the fact
That we’re speeding
100 miles an hour into the dark
Completely blind to the future.
As time heals it also breaks down
Running out of gas, nothing in sight.
It disorients us to once vivid thoughts
Lost in the wilderness and no way back.
The great mystery of what happens
When the time is up.
Cliffs all around, the brakes are out.
The bridge crumbles
Between two mountaintops
Careening into an abyss
With fire all around
Blinding terror
Fills into our heads.
The nervous fear of judgment
Weighing our souls,
Probing our minds.
Tumbling downwards,
Everything slows down.
Experiences, decisions, actions
Disassemble piece by piece.
Until nothing is left
But an empty shell.
Then transformation occurs
The broken pieces restructure
Into a hearty summation
Of an entire life.
The good and the bad
But then so suddenly, the suspense is up,
The terror is gone.
A new being exists,
Where the old shell once sat.
Clarity sinks in. Life is beautiful.
But then, out of nowhere, it carries us back
Into the dark, lost and confused.
But for the perceptive, there is a bright spot
Where they sit and wait.
For time to carry them home.
Into a new existence
Of understanding and peace.
So time is a strange thing.
That is both a gift and a curse
But in reality, time is merely a medium
In which we all travel.
Closer to our eternity,
What ever it may be.
Reliving our life
Closer to our judgment.
No favorites or special treatment.
5 billion class C travelers.
Careening through existence
The only difference
Is this terrifying journey,
Is in your head.
You finally hit the bottom
Of the darkened abyss.
Realization sinks in,
You’ve figured it out.
Lifelong mysteries and questions
Answered in whole
And then,
At the peak of this knowledge
Followed by Nothing.

The Weekend

Time and time again, a phenomena occurs. A weekend where nothing makes sense but everything seems right. Blurry memories, desperate confusion, uncomfortably blissful yet comfortably numb. Always moving, shifting, revolving. Flashes of light and memories tumbling around in a delirious mind. Cheering, Laughing, Running, Hiding. Mixed emotions suppressed by an over saturation of the mind and body. In and out, sleepless nights and tired mornings. Monetary failure and unclear eyes. Time and time again this phenomena occurs, where everything is okay - and nothing is exactly right.

sleep

Slowing down, his pulse is dropping. Electricity fires less and less in the brain. Moving in synch with the erratic beat of his music. Thoughts end before they begin, rythm takes over. Spinning, reality crashes to a halt. Slowing, heart beat is weak. Laying in his bed - he plummets into bliss.

Jittery

Jittering. His leg never stops. Constantly moving, searching, roaming. Looking for what cannot be found. Restless turning at night. Laughless and sleepless, morning comes all too quick. Futher into ceasless chain of thought. A young man is weary, of time that is spent: in contemplation of his life, both vibrant and dull. So here he sits, another restless night. Alone in his room, just lost in his thoughts.

Comfortably Cynical

When life kicks us down, oh so many times,
We learn to look for the best in everything.
But when life kicks us down, just one too many times,
We learn to stop putting our hope in anything.

Countless times a brilliant ray brightens our face,
Only to be blotted out by such a dark cloud -
That no matter how fast we run, how quick our pace,
It quenches our spirit with a gloomy shroud.

When nothing is right and everything seems off,
Time and time again, we make ourselves rigid.
Until something comes along, that makes us soft,
And making us forget being weak and timid.

Then one day, the realization sets in,
Our lives become monotone and clinical.
So everything is easier, with apathy we win.
We realize we've become comfortably cynical.

By looking at everything with no expectations,
We quickly learn that nobody can disappoint.
No boundaries, no feelings, no realizations,
We say to ourselves, what's the point?

Music

Always surrounded, never fades. Fills your head in countless ways. With thoughts and sounds, concepts and truths. Songs for all occasions, faces, memories. Music comprises your soul and heart. Every aspect of life is defined by this gift. Walking to an increadible beat or humming such a beautiful verse. Life's okay, despite its pain. Because this harmony will carry through the toughest ride. So listen and keep track of the faintest beat. Holding on to it even while your hearing fades. Fainter and Fainter, the beat grows weak. Someone whose soul is music, doomed to be deaf. Time will pass on and memories wil fade, until sound is forgotten. Then the despair, will sink in and crush. What's left of the soul? There's definately not much. Until nothing's left to push you deeper. Then all of a sudden, an eerie peace. For if you're at the bottom, there's nothing left to lose. For the first time in ages, sleep sets in. Upon waking up its a most beautiful day. Everything's brighter, tastier, better. Slowly climbing, day by day. Out of the hole - happy as can be. Until the next time - when a soul is crushed. Life just plays out that way. Day by day, year by year, moment by moment.

Relief

Relief. Take a deep breath. Put the past behind. Strive for a better tomorrow. Breathe. Don't forget to look forward. Too much going on to take in at once. Smile. Not nearly as lonely as once thought. Lots of love overpowers negativity. Whats done is done. Relax. Wake up and look at everyone around. Never alone. Always in good hands. Move. progress through life, never swaying, never falling, and never abandoned.

-D

Wake up

Wake up. Hard to breathe. Suddenly immersed underneath. A great foggy haze, where nothing's quite right. Flashing memories and glimpses of reality. Nervous laughter and restless sleep. One drink too many, too many hours behind. Where once was a fully conscious entity, only a shell remains. Hollowed eyes and shorter breaths. Living to slowly waste away. Wake up. Get out of this fog. So much potential. Such a beautiful person. Wake up. Lets get out with each other. Hand in hand until we escape this thing. Until the sky is clearer and our eyes are clear. Wake up. Get out of this loop. Before its too late. And opportunity is lost. Clear head and healthy eyes. The fog is lifting - confusion rests. So wake up and look around. What once was dead is still there. Everyone's waiting, that holds you in their hearts. So hand in hand, let's go and greet them. For what was once lost was just found again. Wake up and find our peace.