Sick Musings

To live and pine for eternity, that each moment matters, each moment counts.
And how can we possibly do so without sufferably reminding ourselves of our impermanance?
And if the decision is reached to grasp for eternity, then the present and future moments in time is never going to be good enough when the devil's guilt outdoes what was done previously..

An experimental Rant written while semi-concious in the office.

Dreamy slumber, zombie zenness,

Half squint eyes and a floating sight.

Quickened vibrations of the flesh

Jolts me back to life to type.

Noises buttered thick, a cloud nine sens that if I could shut eyes without blinking,

Lies will disappear,

And I will remember I had known a truth long lost for a moment in time..

The Poet, The Businessman, The Contemptuous.

You tell that the Merlion is cold,

Empty, opens admission from 9 to 5.

That the rain keeps us in our place,

Tapping on our roofs to tell us

Who we are;

That the blue collared

Wakes at 4am on the morning

Shift, to start his

New day of grind;

That how they are stuck in a rut, and how

They cant stop, till the entire void of

Night is theirs.

He tells me of your pomposity,

The reviewer criticizing;

The son who drives a BMW,

Wines and dines at fancy eateries

With his father’s Grace. His Grace.

That you deify your skewed

Idealisms on life, that what he

Values are cheapened by you.

But this I do know that might

Just be true. That the rain dissolves everything,

Just as you said it, and would be here

Again when we are long gone;

That the rain will wilt the paper and

Blot your inked inferno into a rubella,

that the rain will dissolve all of our

ashes in time to come.

X

Come, drop me the bombshell I cannot run away from.

Yes, Miracles happen, and if I cannot fly today,

I know I did not try hard enough.

Monday Blues

Dread hit me so hard today I was nearly paralysed.

Dawn got hit bad, she died in the morning,

draining away her livid blood.

Those who waited for the chartered vault (me included)

were silent in the hollow wind.

Sauntered up into the meaninglessness that brought

us back into the factories of nought,

waiting for Dusk to free us spent and numb..

A Sudden desire to Rant

And this is what must have happened when Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit.

Seeking for an illusion of greener pastures when it was clearly stated there cannot be but Himself.

I have a deep suspicion that the tree of knowledge was just like any other in the garden of

Eden.

I have a deep suspicion that Pride incurred His wrath just like any other angels that fell from

Heaven.

Nocturne

When the sun rises I dream again.

Taking hours but remembered like a passing wind.

I vaguely remember staring at a screen 9 to 1,

Hitched a bus that took me to a quarter hour meal

And back for the grind till 6.

Numbers. Credits. Debits.

Pesky white fluorescent tube of an

Interrogation room.

It is over and I quickly forget again.

When the sun sets I stretch awake;

Saving my damsel in dire straits,

Flying a jet, skipper of a pleasure boat,

A famous writer, a chivalrous knight.

When the sun rises I dream the same dream again.