Sunday, July 21, 2013

A touch of silver

Since my first morning on this humble rock
I was inherited with some  kind of a tedency
A longing, to touch the sky,
To end up among the constellations.

How hard it can be to tell what's right and what's not...

The devil won't come on a flaming chariot
With shadow steeds pulling it,
Nor will rise from the depth of the ocean
Swallowing islands.

He is a silent voice in one's head,
Telling him to look away,
He is an act of usurpation,
An act of jealousy
An act of selfishness

So, how can the hero be an angel,
Spreading his wings all over us;
With blinding light driving the fiend away?
Or a demigod,
Slicing the leviathan in one hit,
Leading the princess to his kingdom?

Monday, July 1, 2013

No heaven; Know heaven

"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude"

Since I was down again last night
I thought that some crowd might cheer me up
So I took a long shot and went to the cinema
And watched a new mainstream film

I couldn't help it but realize
That as individuals
We tend to empathize with the villain
Rather than the hero

Made by an unknown and anonymous creator
Left in darkness
To find a sense of purpose

And turn into suicidal war maniacs
Since the savior's ethics are unattainable
Out of reach
Leading us to perish

And in solitude