Saturday, 5 July 2014

The Nine Of Clubs -Humanity In a Deck of Cards- (A Poem)

The Nine Of Clubs

The Nine Of Clubs 
Raising a small little cub
Working hard to place tabled food
bottom of the economic class, glued. 

The fuel to rise above circumstance 
Is given by the simplest of a glance
The prayer for adequate finance 
Promised by the chance of romance 


The lottery ticket of the Nine of Clubs, the nine of clubs. 

The Ace Of Hearts -Humanity In a Deck of Cards- (A Poem)

The Ace Of Hearts

The Ace Of Hearts 
The trump card to start 
Lets lay our cards on the table 
and ask which sense we wish to disable 

Would it be the eyes in which we see? 
Or the fingers in which we use to decree?
Would we revoke our ears in which we hear? 
Or our heart in which we often disappear? 


What do you choose Ace of Hearts? Who do you choose Ace of hearts?

The Six Of Diamonds -Humanity In a Deck of Cards- (A Poem)

The Six Of Diamonds

The six of Diamonds 
A mind ever so absentminded  
In constant need of visual reminding 
Eyes slowly projecting images rewinding 

a light broken by a shutter every two seconds 
Lets be honest the images in those eyes threatens 
every thing we know about the historic legends 
Which echo important ideals and forgotten impressions 

of what it means to be the Six of Diamonds, the six of Diamonds.  


The King Of Clubs -Humanity In a Deck of Cards- (A Poem)

The King Of Clubs 

The king of clubs 
the queen of backward snubs 
Anger is what happens in my court 
when it is apparent there will be no courting 

Rejection is not always readily accepted
One could think she was being simply deceptive 
It is only reasonable that she would be selective 
in order for the queen of snubs to be respective 


to the king of clubs, the king of clubs. 

The Six Of Clubs -Humanity In a Deck Of Cards- (A Poem)

The Six Of Clubs 

The six of clubs 
the sixth in the club
Sweat stained and drained 
I can't say what part of me remains 

Three windows are open
Black entrances dulled by doping 
Play a little black jack and got lucky 
I'll fight on through my eyes so bloody 


The six of Clubs Eyes so bloody, eyes so bloody … the Six of Clubs 

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

When I Feel Alone (Thoughts)

I have grown accustomed to being alone, feeling the emptiness of sound and space. I know there are many metaphors for loneliness but when I am lonely, and I would like to remind that it is vital not to equate loneliness with being alone, I am beneath water. My gaze is transfixed on the simmering and semi-permeance that represents that very thin line between water and non-water. At first I am calm, collective and at ease, I am in a state of being that I have enjoyed numerous times, my body completely submerged. As time moves at a stand still I come to recognize where I am and what I am doing, seeing that I am in need of breath, in need to break the thin seal which divides one reality from its mirror. I will myself to swim to the top but my body fails to move, each muscle failing to tense adequately, fluid, yet not so fluid as to force my body to sink any further. Now I am feeling uncomfortable. I know I am "free" for I am not bound to anything physically, I am caught in an eery self imposed centre, the gears have stopped rotating and the tires no longer spin. As time progresses and the discomfort I experience begins to grow I feel a small bundle of panic swell within me. It takes hold slowly. At first I simply shrug it off within my mind; "at this moment I am not moving but in the next moment I shall be swimming to the top." It isn't complicated nor is it very worrisome. Tick tock. Time appears to compel me that, perhaps, my lack of movement is somehow important. I need to break the surface. I rationalize to myself that it is not yet an issue, a few more moments and I will move my body with the apparent ease that is natural within all of us. Tick tock. Panic sets in a little deeper. Can I move? Will I move? A transparent realization dawns on me, I need help. I can't break the surface on my own. As I feel the ghostly thoughts creep into my consciousness my panic, though still highly relevant, becomes secondary to the sorrow which overtakes my being. Alone, below the surface I can feel a chilling proposition slide across my brain, no one will help me. I am here, underwater and doomed to exist as such until the moment in which I will understandably draw a lung full of chocking water and finally sink to the bottom of my watery abyss. Tick tock. Sorrow and panic knock methodically on the door behind my eyes working in a horrifying unison. I am stuck. I will be in this state forever. I shall never break free and I become envious. I know others dive with ease and escape as easily. My jealously grows with furious speed taking turns with sorrow and panic, the three becoming the essence of who I am. Moments later I open my mouth. 


That is what I see when I feel alone.     

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Consideration Of a Conversation (Thoughts)

Last night I had the fortunate pleasure of randomly encountering a friend of mine, one in which I had thought of throughout the day, fittingly so. When the encounter first occurred I couldn't help but think "this will make an interesting blogpost" which may still be true. Little did I know the encounter would spawn another topic of reflection. As we discussed the occurrences of our lives which had transpired since our last visit we returned to the well worn discussion revolving our futures, and more specifically, what we wished to do and/or accomplish after we have finished Our undergrads. Her answer was deeply philosophical but availed itself as something rather mundane, she simply told me she wished to do something "meaningful." She dropped the term and moments passed without much thought on my part. Yet when she left after our engaging and fruitful visit I mulled the term over, thinking more deeply on the word she used. She didn't use "happy" nor did she diminish the power of "meaning" by using assuredly concrete examples of what fulfilling actions would give her "meaning," she simply left it open to interpretation.
My lack of reaction in which she of spoke of doing "meaningful" *things* (I use the term things out of the need for conceptual generalization) has much to do with our understanding, or lack thereof, of meaning. On some level I denoted meaningfulness with happiness, fulfilment and/or comfort, all terms that can often be used interchangeably. Yet all those terms do not exist as synonyms of meaningfulness. One could argue that they can be a by product of meaningfulness but even that can be an argumentative claim. 
Happiness is a term that can be used in two forms of time, within the moment as in "I am currently happy", and in terms of a span of time as in "I have been happy for the past ten years" or in both contexts as in "I have a happy life." Fulfillment through is something which I consider to be a goal which one strives to attain, and once attained, is easily if not inevitably maintained. to gain fulfillment is also something which takes time and effort, very different from happiness which can occur very easily to some and can exist as a by product of luck and/or circumstance. 
Yet meaningfulness doesn't truly fit within the above definitions. When I consider meaningfulness I consider something which is in the moment, such as happiness, but cannot be experienced through chance nor circumstance. As with happiness, meaningfulness can last beyond moments and can span over time, one can live a meaningful life, but unlike happiness meaningfulness is ever dependent on what we DO, not what we necessarily FEEL. We can live "meaningful" lives and not be conscious of them while happiness, fulfilment and comfort all are contingent on our consciousness. I am not arguing the objectivity of meaningfulness, on the contrary it is inevitably subjective, but I do believe that there are those who do live their subjectively meaningful lives without ever considering that they are doing so, doing *things* which they choose unconsciously in order to gain meaningfulness. 

I shall end my machinations on meaningfulness upon that abrupt end for I do not wish to express all of my thoughts on this subject matter, I wish only for those who read this post to perhaps consider the words they uses and the words they hear more carefully. As importantly I want those to read to consider what they wish to possess and experience thoughtfully. We are often programmed to live certain lives, a well packaged product which society sells us. The product is fine and it is neither nefarious nor otherwise, it is simply what it is and many who buy into the product gain happiness, sometimes fulfilment and once in a while meaningfulness. Yet I ask you to consider if that product IS for you or if another option, one less shown, might suit you better.  Lastly do not be afraid of not knowing what you wish to know and have. That you ask the question is in itself a sign that you will reach that point. So push for a happy life, a fulfilled life, a meaningful life, a comfortable life, but make a preference list, and consider, what do I consciously want?