No More Time
Between bitterness, anger, and greed we allow ourselves to be robbed of the beauty. The beauty that stands between us and what others want us to think. Through paranoia we’ve allow ourselves to be robbed of the very things we could use. Standing in this confusion are a few that can’t make heads nor tails between the two sides. As they draw swords in some holy crusade no one will ever win.
I made an effort to listen to all sides. But in doing so, I’m called a hypocrite and an enemy by all involved. Now I’m too tired and need a moment to myself. So if no one minds, let’s not blow the shit out of one another till I’ve had a chance to breathe. Some things aren’t worth the effort. Nor are they worth the time put into them. In a place I was beginning to be a little proud, now everyone is picking up their toys and going home.
Fairness and justice should mean something. Instead, they are pawns in a chess match created by the greedy. Filling our heads with morality and truth, when they themselves have never spoken an honest word. Give me one word that will change my mind. Show me one example of selflessness and sacrifice you’ve made. Like I said, I have no more words to waste. No more time to pine over you.
Track of Time
Believe it or not, I’m actually sitting in my own yard. The leaves are blooming on the fig bush, offering a little shade while a steady warm breeze blows. I know I’ll be sneezing my ass off out here, but anything beats the low drone of the television coming from the living room. Some of the EMC crew are coming in for lunch. So their carefree banter is bleeding into the yard. Every so often a bumble bee strolls by to see what I’m doing. While my elderly neighbor from down the street takes her noon, time walk. You may ask, why I needed a vacation from all this quiet. But to be honest the steady ocean breeze is just what I needed to lose track of time.
My sinuses are giving me that old familiar pain, while log trucks pass bellowing out their long diesel songs. Birds whisper in my ear, repeating tunes sung for generations. Looking in a mirror I mimic my forefathers in looks and personality traits, I don’t even realize. All the while, watching yet another spring rise from its sleep. It isn’t any wonder why human behavior is so predictable. We live in a world of cycles and patterns that humankind has yet to understand.
We are “enlightened” free thinkers that through our own arrogance have forgotten what living really is. Sunlight reflects softly through the leaves over my head. The photosynthesis that breathes in life, from the waste I breath out. We search for peace; we search for satisfaction from the trinkets and toys we create. But it’s where the mind connects with the heart and soul, that makes everything click. Restlessness is its own reward. So find what brings peace to you, but never forget your roots. For the true strength of a tree lies hidden underground.
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FD Thornton, Jr
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