#rallentando

Mind is numb poem #3

Andante

         I meander through Target

Like a little lost vole

Whatever that is

Allegro

In a mad dash

I grab the wicking socks

I grab the half and half

I grab the Nate Berkus hourglass

I am so busy and important

Lento

I’m so depressed

How come I have to feed

This withered body week

After week

After fucking week

Rallentando

Rallentando

Slacking, Laziness

In music it means getting slower

I'm no musician, but society seems to be heading in this direction.

When was the last time someone took action against something they felt was wrong?

How many videos has the average person liked on YouTube?

Consider this; imagine if for every like, that person physically gave words of encouragement and for every dislike, that person would act and take to the streets.

Imagine if every tweet was spoken word said between two people

That every picture that you post on instagram is a snapshot of a scene that the whole world views at once

Why hide behind a screen when you could take action into your own hands. Action that you have control over.

January 5th–Rallentando (rah-luhn-TAHN-doh)

Let’s bring it slow; down to an early time Before we had this mad imperative To always be, always surfeiting rhyme And reason we’ve decided it’s best if We’d never stop; not slow for anything. Insead we’d gorge ourselves on always moving. Rallentando please, Slow it down if just for ease.

She woke and realized she lost all passion for life. She pulled the covers over her head and could think of no reason to be in the world today. Where had her vitality gone? It hadn’t always been this way. Her heart was reminiscent of happier times. Her joy hadn’t left her all at once. It was as if the ruler of the universe directed a dark rallentando meant only for her soul. She had allowed the naysayers to squeeze her dry of all optimism.

Much to My (and Garth's) surprise, I found Myself spontaneously brought to near-hysteria at the memory of hearing the kammenthat fateful night last week -- and then remembering that the clarion bells came accompanied with the King's ominous operatic repetition of a song I normally love ("Now, it is too late..." from TSO's "Mephistopheles" -- appropriately, of course). I feared that Gan did not call to Me at all, or that it is all a ruse and Gan and the King are one and the same in the end (which is one of the most traumatic things I can think of, considering I aim and yearn to be taken into Gan's light when this life is said and done). But I was reassured by My personal messenger of Gan -- if It had not been calling Me from the Light, the King would have taken Me entire, and I would not have survived, certainly not the way I did. I was indeed being tugged towards todash darkness, but I was also being tugged towards the living light at the apex of the Tower, and it is Gan's hold on Me that kept Me from darkness entire. I do not fear death because I know Gan awaits...

Rallentando (rah-luh n-tahn-doh)

Adjective

rallentando a. & adv. (music) becoming slower