August 24, 2016, 12:19 AM
When I was born I was soft unknowing of the harshness and cold barren desolate lack of love upon every field I would strode as a young man. Gradually I made it my life's goal to seek out love and hold it in my hands. So far love has been allusive at best. Sprinkled in like gold in a vein Upon the mountainside of hatred,heartbreak, and self loathing.
The questions of life seem so unimportant with the absence of love in my mind. Whom is to care where we came, and why we're here if we are not loved while doing so? How can one do a job without the need for work. Perhaps it's my soft crass human intellect that doesn't allow me to see beyond the boarders of simplistic, pleasure, pain and attraction. But simply putting it love is the fuel that lights my fire. It's very burning desire is what drives me to walk and to breath and the slightest implication of its possible existence or presence sends me into a flurry. One that I found I do not easily recover from. As the nights grew longer and the years shorter. I began to see that uniting a nation, a world neh a species such as ours under love is folly. We are dogma. We ourselves are our greatest enemy because we allow ourselves to be. We need a rallying beacon of which to call home. A promised land. Among god among the stars among heaven above and hell below. We seek answers, as human beings. Answers that we do not favor when the truth becomes evident. We are full of the most sublime compassion and the most vile hate. We are both heaven and hell and the creators of God up above, our belief in a high power thus generates one. That then fuels our belief. Life and all its trials and tribulations are but a singular circle full of many different identical rings, but much as a halo'D ring, that life, that precious gift we are all given, the powers to create imagine and destroy. Is our greatest weapon. And our complete disregard for reality and life as a whole is what will cause our lives to shatter. As a man I only hope to see our revolution come down upon us. Some people say that God would. Come from the sky and make everyone feel high. But life on earth. Is all we know to be evident. And regardless of the stars above us at night, we should aim our sight on what lies ahead, if our path gets greener or turns black and red with the ash of our own flesh and blood.
Our revolution is of our making. Of our decision will it be to continue on our path of destruction, lack of love and life, Or will it be reform Construction And cohabitation. I ponder once more, now that my softness has gone. Stone like I now see why the humble rock allows the river to wear it down. Just as I allow life and all its trivial annoyances to get the best of me. Yet always holding my ground I lashed by waves of what seem to be never ending hatred and false love. Mixed into one cosmic pool. As a rock I am now solid the way through. No longer a sponge like stress ball or a marshmallic mass compiled as I was at birth and adolescence. I am but a humble student, a seeker of the truth and knowledge of love, just as a rock Ina river seeks the source of the waters flow.
