Stabbing

There was a stabbing today.
The man bled as the person ran away.
He lay there silent, on the cold sidewalk.
People passed him up.
His friends drifted by.
The culprit ran off.
His final words were a sad sigh.

Responsibility

On what I have posted last there are simple arguments and contradictions to this philosophy. Western tradition in Christian thought and simple Biblical interpretations can be seen to portray the Lord as a highly adaptive, intelligent entity cognitive of his actions and the actions of the individual. And through this understanding, God has not only control of our destiny for his amusement but an intelligent plan from which he can manipulate us into any whim he wishes, so we may always follow the path for his goal. This all begins in the book of Genesis. As the story opens, Jehovah creates the universe and the natural Earth as we know it with animals and trees. Additionly, he then creates man and woman together in his image and everything is good. Immediatly after this account of creation, Elohei Avotenu once again creates the universe and Earth but now he forms man alone from the dust of the ground to tend to his creation in Eden. The simplicity in our creation is unlike others in the beginning of Genesis. We are not formed by the hands of Adonai out of nothing into existence. We are not birthed from the void as is the universe and our world. Elohim HaAv formed us not into this world, but out of it. If we are truly sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve made physcial from their spirtual bodies after the act of Original Sin, we are the children of The First and the Last and the servant of his creation. Ben Elohim represented this ideal most provactivly through his now eternal act of becoming the Suffering Servant nailed to the cross. Accordingly, to continue to subsidize this conception of our conception, we can now begin to accept the truth that we are the servants of I Am and of his creation. We are his most beloved for he has entrusted us with all of his compisitions and living opus. The meaning of our creation is the simple and much like the post I have written before. We have been destined and entrusted to preside over his creation like a babysitter over a child. We are not taking care of our on conception but the seed of another. However, through the idea of free-will we betrayed this trust in the actions of Adam and Eve and continually after their banishment from Paradise. We are now toyed with and punished as though by a child for our intolerable act of insubordination. In order to return to the Garden and to the light and warmth of our Creator it is our responsibilty to become the servants of his whim and of his creation.

Reason

Fate exists only in the eyes of the faithful. The term for fate or destiny can be best summed up in the Turkish/Arabic word kismet which means the unavoidable destiny as set by Allah. Allah has given you life, a home, a wife, some kids, then death, maybe. Or Allah may give you life, issues, disabilities, retardation, mental degradation and a life laced with confusion and destruction. You have a chance to either live happily or in pain. But no choice at the matter according to western cultural understandings of Allah, God the Father or Elohim. Those who worship and function under an external locus of control are subject to the whims of a higher power. Not necessarily intelligent; however, this being has full control over your existence and all you do is follow the path set before you. Some may have set before them a path of happiness and youthful vigor; while others will suffer and die in vain. Because an image of the higher power is unknown, I have begun to assume that we are all subject to the external forces of a child. We are no more than the play things of a stubborn youth. He or she plays with us as though we are toys. And, much like the God as written in the Hebrew and Christian Bible he or she loves us unconditionally; we are their favorite toy. Within their imagination we are created and watched over. We can be tormented with or made happy. We can be born into poverty and fall into a life of crime or we can exist in the highest part of our society. This is based on the child. We are foolish to follow blindly our fate. Fate lacks control. You can't control your destiny unless you are free from the tyranny of the child creator.

Color

We lay alone.
Together but apart in the same bed.
I stare through the engulfing darkness focusing upon the cracks in the ceiling.
We sit in silence.
My eyes wide with anticipation, yours shut with exhaustion.
We are isolated temporally.
We are off and on at different times of the day, the week, the month.
Our struggle continues as we find it increasingly difficult
to find the golden hour in which we can be one.

A Generation Behind

We are but the shadow of our ancestors.
The shinning light of their achievements brightens only their work
pushing us into the darkness around their greatness.

Bliss

Upon my love I look so blissfully
into the eyes which she bears upon me.
I roll with delight upon her vibrant stare.
My nose tingles as I can smell her hair.
Her skin feels so supple on my rough skin.
She speeds my pulse as she glides through my hair.
Her small fingers twitching through the thick brush.
She takes away my final slowing breathe.
As she touches her tender lips to mine
I can finally feel enlightened bliss.

Sentry

The awkward night eats away at the dawning day. Silence.
The hollow winds blow through the slit in the window.
The chill of the night doesn't shake me,
the prospect of the coming morning makes me tremble.
My future, my potential;
All is wrapped into a simple action. A test of my competence and intelligence.
I don't know what is unknown to me.
I will never be able to prepare what I am unprepared for.

Furious

The buttons have been pushed.
Missiles fired!
"Sir, confirmed hit."
Outward destruction will lead to instability
and internal collapse.
The original card holder with all the chips
has been left with nothing.
And the one that was fooled and manipulated in the beginning
holds everything.
Don't hurt the ones who hold a grudge.
Don't hurt those who have their own Trojan horse.
They will enter your mind and grab your emotions
by their fragile reigns.

Autocrat

'Tis this man be foul.
He carries himself a heavy way,
ramming through the street like a stubborn ox.
He moves not for people
nor for man's creative creation.
His little sentiment marks him a fool.

He sees society as a pointless squandering of space.
The universe, which has granted sentience
and consciousness to the human race, has been
swindled the great power of logic and reason.

People, are nothing more than a misuse of
the capabilities of mental potential.
For all most amount to is shoveling dirt
from the side of the road.

Blue Wander

I need you by my side, as I walk this lonely night.
As I progress slowly home.
Through this dank, dark prison;
my life's emptiness echoes in the cold.
The audible sounds of clicks and whispers resonate
as I tear at my skull.
I rip out every strand of putrid hair
asking nothing more in this world.
I'm trapped, I've lost it all, I'll give what I have remaining.
The universe may have the clothes on back and
the soul within me,
As long as I may always have a heart to hand to you.

Hope

Speaker 1: I am expecting life to bite me in the ass.

Speaker 2: Wow, paranoia?

Speaker 1: Its revolving around this girl, shes too good to be true.

Speaker 2: You shouldn't think like that. She's perfect for you.

Speaker 1: Its hard not to with my personal history. Confucius teaches that past experiences cannot guarantee future events. So, thinking in this mindset: drop something it may fall to the ground, but next time it may float to the ceiling. My life is a circle.

Speaker 2: If you drop an unblown balloon, it will always fall. However, if the balloon is made buoyant, it will rise forever and kiss the sky.