Coincidence? Choice? Life?

“Have you ever dreamed a dream so real”
Asked the man of youth sincere
“That took in place sometime today
from a million days or nights away?”
Reasons sway as reflections cite “wouldn’t it be fun if this was like…”
Only to witness the outcome right then after
ponder imagined powers allowing such reflections
subjecting fancied might –
Stunted strife…
Such possibilities nothing but
“Fairies dreams,” “spells of old,” what does seem like
cognitive illusions and aspirations lead to wish then
“I may power all who’ve prior lacked inquire
for said fires of minds denied this unsought road
which we’ve self-told
shall naught be sought for reasons of the blasphemous unholy inspired.”
And of time, space, gods, and men,
Senselessly sought answers perhaps always well within?
“For these are from our God’s derive”
States the clergy from well inside of the likeness
perhaps just self-denied.
Just as people
of all kinds questing their ways
through worlds declined
Seeking why
must the powers adjust
to those of a lesser successor while I stand as average as
average can,
Hoping a notice soon well at hand,
Yet failing to see such I rally to be much
in other pathways of the demographic’s expects of success but
roads so overrun drown all thy dreams of theoretical fun
that otherwise could have been so oh desired among distractions
of corporate infractions which
Hypnotize
all naive eyes to the innocence that they have shunned,
Shame in all shapes and sizes now ignored amongst our Lord who once
was chased as gold in a race,
but save face… you would have known your place…
If not for the people,
If not for the lies,
If not for the trials,
If not for the cries…
The spies, demise, and broken record tries
Despising nothing and everything from blind eyes to blinder guides
Which when revised inevitably finds,
You’ve chased illusions all this time; truly,
your grief unruly birthed of your own hands having never foresaw –
All parts of law of the land which majorities seldom stand against
for whence the end descends depends on how men self-consider themselves defenseless
and to the willfully ignorant degree of it all…
Yet it is the way the tale shall weave
of holy predictions you choose to unsee,
So who will you choose to finally believe?
in said world of declining life…
stunted
strife.

July 15, 2014 | Categories: Creative writing, Poetry | Tags: bible, Christianity, Coincidence? Choice? Life?, creative writing, life poetry, metalgrinch, philosophy, Poetry, society, socioeconomics, sociology, spirituality, world end | Leave a comment