Sunday, October 15, 2017

Even Big Buildings Tumble

Chains outside the beautiful stone wall.  A man stands at the door greeting passersby.  As the masses enter they tie their masks around their faces.  Only a lonely few step inside faceless.  These lonesome few try to keep their heads from falling off their shoulders all the while they are pierced with judgmental glares from the corners of masqueraded eyes.
Inside the laser light show blinds any sense of true vision that may remain from the outside world.  Neon signs flash in all corners, blaring propaganda of positivity in the faces of guests and members alike.  The music, when not blaring overproduced self-indulgent praises, is set on turning any and all frowns upside down.  No one frowns, unless of course they are a part of the charade.  In fact, frowning is all but forbidden within the old wooden doors of the open gymnasium/chapel.
As the crowd settles in and the applause dies down the people adjust their masks and rush to their invisibly assigned seats.  The older middle age man fake jogs onto the stage and makes a poorly timed joke and the crowd laughs on cue.  The onlookers quickly quiet down and he says a few more words as the onlookers bow their heads.  The tattered leather jacket of a giant antique of a book sits on a podium in front of him.  Not once in the presenter's forty-five minute motivational speech does he even open the book.  Instead, he refers regularly to trendy slides designed by a struggling or aspiring (it's hard to tell the difference sometimes) graphic designer and urges the crowd to follow along with him on their smartphones.  The book on his podium is more like a visual sound block that the speaker strikes vigorously like a judge with his gavel, only this man does so emphatically spewing rhetoric to rile up the crowd rather than calm them down (if only to ignite their nerves inside).

Monday, September 4, 2017

The Sly Smile of Betrayal

Is it true?  Did you lie to me?  How can you instruct me on how to live with your words and paint lies my hopeful heart with lies?  I pushed myself away from my goals and my ambition because of you.  I thought I was to blame for the extension because of you.  I sat and soaked in my shame for years because I thought what you said was true.

Then you sanded down my only true Hope to help me feel "positive."  You painted over my emotions with a thick silver lining that I could not see through.  It has taken years, and perhaps there will be more to come, for me to be able to peel back the layers of falsities and thinly veiled promises.  I'm a product of my environment but that is not all I am.

I'm growing stronger and more set in my convictions everyday.  I cannot continue to sleep here with your artificial lights and lampposts.  I cannot let you tuck my sisters and brothers in to sleep each night with your smallpox-laced blankets.  Your comfort is not comfortable; it's complacency.  You whittle down profound truths to bite size snippets and do not replace the pieces that you've shaved off.  Or you replace them with your own thoughts and with your own opinions.

We must not all be like you.  We were made different intentionally.  Thank God not a stroke will be added, nor even a mark be truly taken away.  I'm afraid that I too am guilty but I cannot absolve you or me.  I won't paint the shadows with glowing hues just to hide their true identity and I won't be serenaded to sleep with your fables of fictitious freedom fighters.  We all have faith in something and I won't let you rob me of mine.

ALT 4

AlwaysLeaveTogether

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Beyond the physical reflection

Is it possible to have too much reflection?  Is it possible for any of us to look so intensely into the mirror that by the time we pull ourselves away we are aged, hungry, and barely able to crawl to recovery?  When we're looking past our own eyes can we see something beyond our own fresh coat of paint?

You can try to intimidate me with your predictions from the past.  You can tell me I'm not man enough to continue as I am in this world, but I will not be fazed by you.  I may be half asleep but the other half of me is awake.  Remember that?  Remember who I've been?  Yes, I'll certainly listen to you and I'll even attempt to validate you in your own views and perspectives.  I'll glean from you what I can without robbing your diamonds and precious medals.

I'm laying somewhere beside the shadows and the light cannot be overcome.  I have words inside and out but I'm hollow like a drum.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Inside and Out the Lines

I've felt more human this evening than in prior days, or maybe months, or perhaps years.  It's something about who I am and who I want to be.  I'm hoping desperately for a change of pace, or more accurately, a change of place.  I want to be somewhere else but something inside keeps pointing me back here.  Something about sacrifices and Israel's desire for a king when the true King is already present.

Something I thought about earlier is the styling of some of my doodles lately.  I found myself using more rigid lines and focusing more on coloring in spaces than creating freeform figures and shapes.  That is contrary to what I've typically done, which has been more flowing and emotive characters
and forms and I think I know why.  I think that when there's little to no structure here in my daily life I strive for at least some sort of inkling of it.  Conversely, when I am in a meeting that may be full of ethics, expectations, boundaries, and barriers, my mind needs somewhere to escape to.

Call it a symptom of my humanity.  Call it creativity's necessary motive.  Whatever it is, I think I'm onto something here.  Like a couple of years ago when I was pondering the thoughts around focusing on the most minute details and zooming out in order to see the faraway spaces.  I think that life is made up of the moments in between these extremes.  Sure, there are things that are black or blue, red or green, round or square.  However, I think the majority of life is found in the in-between and outside the lines.

You see, back when I was in college I took a class called Beyond Dichotomies and I'm not too sure where my mind was in that time, but I think I'm beginning to understand the reasons why such classes are in place.  The world is not just binary code.  There is more to life than zeroes and ones.  Maybe in those first few months of school I was so caught up in the adventure of being left to my own devices.

Now that some time has passed, I have had ample time to reflect on my experiences and begin understand more of myself and the world around me.  How we're all a part of each other yet we're not the same.  How the more things change, the more they stay the same.  How the constant changing weather is a constant commonality in almost any location.

I guess gist of what I'm saying here (or well part of it at least) is that I'm really doing okay lately.  It may just be for a moment, but what is life but a collection of passing moments in the end?  Clouds may grow darker and larger in the sky tomorrow, but tonight I have moonlight giving me the perfect backdrop.  I haven't found the indisputable meaning of life and I don't claim as such.  I'm just letting you know that once I got up and actually left the apartment for a little bit today, things seemed different in a way that life used to feel.

That's all.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Something a little Like This

A subtle love,
a New York City pigeon dove.
She's not afraid to look above.

Our hearts hold hands
in conversation and in silence.

She is herself
whether it's us or more.
She prefers the peaks
to the seashore.

It's enough
to just be close and
all it takes is
just one dose.

A unique perspective,
a different approach.
Something that keeps birds
flying and
penguins grounded.

Singing songs inside
me so that I'm not
performing acts of foolishness.

I guess we'll just have
to see.  All we can
do now is guess.