Could It Ever Be Considered?
Courteously constructed coincidences, considerably condemned in the depths of this mediocrity…
Day to day, trapped in the sweet silhouette of this ravishly repetitive cycle.
Motionless in a ‘motion-filled’ world.
The silent observer of every beautiful cosmic tragedy we call humanity:
Stead-fast in a super-quest of differentiation; instead caught up on a tedious treadmill of similarity.
Emptiness…
A forgotten notion of the meaning behind life’s essence.
Confined in our 9-5 corners as money ‘fuels’ our souls.
Morality decreases ever-more;
As greed stealthily picks away at that poor undernourished child: ethics.
Kindness, angrily denied its right to kindle,
Does fear deserve the blameability it so graciously exploits?
Holstering us upon a self-righteous pedestal; infected with excuses.
Gluttonous, lust filled tyrants, yet the sorrowful need to be ‘pure’ grows ever-more effervescent…
Honour and virtue tossed ruthlessly down an abyssal pit,
As we all carry back-pocket knives ‘just in case’.
What purity do we then proclaim!
Injury upon injury we inflict.
Jeopardized by jittery jealousy as we crave the uncanny notion we perceive as perfection.
Tearing apart Gaya’s heart at every opportunity,
Filling our bottomless generators with more filth.
Dawn breaks in the mind’s horizon,
Realization peeks its head as the rays of light penetrate every crevice.
The narcissistic view installed within our core, (whispered gently into our ‘hard-wiring’);
That we are the top of the food chain is nothing but an ill portrayed façade.
Ungrateful, destructive bottom feeders seems a greater truth.