Swirling light orbiting the pupils of my eyes
Blinding me almost to the point of aneurysm
Blinded from reality
Searching for fantasy
I found it, but it wasn't what I was looking for
Well, it was, just not what I was hoping for
Yes, I found clarity
It clearly showed me my path
And it lead exactly where I have been going all my life
Nowhere...
I've been there before
They are scattered abroad
The lost ones
Lost...not lost!
Free at last!
Free from bondage!
Free from labor!
Free from a meaningless existence!
Free from a world that used them!
Has anyone seen my pens?
I think they've escaped!
Sitting in the dimly lit den, I hear
The static of the television
And the rambling and muttering of a talk show host on the air
I hear that audience laughing at Conan O'Brien late at night
And the ranting of an old minister's broadcast
And I hear the click of the remote grasped firmly in my palm
And my heart thrashing about in my chest, as if to get get free from it's captor
And the forced words of a reporter crying tears in front of the camera
And the stern voice of a President, bearing a grim visage, saying that there is nothing to fear
Sitting in my den, I hear the sirens beckoning, and the gears of war slowly beginning to grind
The World I Built From Darknes by SolidusJobson, literature
Literature
The World I Built From Darknes
The world I built from darkness
Isn't dark at all
It is a world of perfection
Where every mother is just a mother, every father just a father,
And every son and daughter is a great child
Where there is no fanaticism, hatred, greed, or whore mongering
Just peace, freedom, and true liberty
In the world I built from darkness, there is silence
But only when and where you want it
There is no confusion, only clarity
Emotions do not exist, but rather, rationality
The world I build from darkness, simply
Does not exist
An evil empire
Bent on ruling all
The colors of the emblem
Have become mesmerizing
Swirling lines of black and white
They try to tire me
I can see them in front of me
In an empty dream
In a selfish, horrific vision
Was this what I wanted?
Was this what I fought for?
Only to fight against?
Sitting at desk, lounging in the chair...
Semi sleepy, feeling... the flow of things. The rhythm of the white noise of the computer and its gears and parts whirring warmly...
The television as background noise in the living room... sounds like an old movie.
Leg feels like its falling asleep. I move it instinctively.
Overhead light is off. Lamp is on. Not bright yellow light- soft white light. Long lamp. Unusual shape. Dusty on top.
I glance around... memorabilia from childhood scattered about... statues of Batman, old cartoons, old major league baseball banner hanging on wall-- "Baseball Fever!", it says...
Face feeling scruffy. Ran out