Wednesday, December 29, 2010

On the Hunt


We run swift as the wind
Howling for the sheer joy of it
Our bodies brush each other
Our strides bring us together
The prey doesn’t stand a chance
Blood is in the air
Such an enticing scent
Flesh is ripped from bone
We have won this night
Our hunger is sated
Every move brings us closer
The pack is one in unison
The moon bathes us
Lending much needed energy
The stars guide our paws
Our noses to the sky
Our voices rejoice
Melded as one
This is home

Thursday, December 9, 2010

More of a rant than poetry...

I am a Strange Loop
 My sense of self is quite distorted
with every shift my perception changes
I can't seem to still my mind
Molecules run amok
Crashing and bashing
They change everything
Yet still I reach the same point
Such tricksters they are
Whom shoves whom?
Where do these ideas come from?
Am I in control or merely a by-product?
Am I my body or is it only a vessel?
How do I even know who I am?
Am I molecules and neurons or something more?
Is my Self directly tied to these firing synapses?
Do physics decide my fate?
Or is it that as long as I stay within the laws of physics,
that any destiny is mine?
Could I possibly equate life?
The laws and rules contain everything
Functioning within them is necessary but rarely noticed.
If I planned each step down to micro scale...
taking every variable into account,
would I then be able to determine an outcome?
Is it even possible to equate all the variables in life?
I don't think so and you can't section and divide life
Particles don't respect any such macroscopic line
We are forced to take it all in
while reducing ourselves to seeing only the larger sides of life
Our minds can only comprehend so much at a time
(to be cont)
No idea where I was going with this...lol

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Erase Me

You can stop now.
The small taste was enough
Enough to burn
I will not seek more
Hopes were dashed
There's nothing left to say
Move. Carry on.
Shelter behind the walls
The cold is all that keeps me sane
Stay away.
Don't subject me to more
No more glimpses of what could have been.
Ruined. Marred. I know this now.
Please don't remind me
Nothing can touch me now
I'm far, far away.
Hidden beneath the numbness
The very thing you invoked.
Loneliness has nothing on this.