Golden Parachute

The wind whipped the man’s Brooks Brothers necktie, slapping his face with the blue striped band, challenging him to take the leap. A crescendo of regret washed through him as he stepped into nothingness and plummeted towards the cold San Francisco Bay.

 

An eternity passed as he descended to his death, each level of deceit playing back before resigned eyes. He recalled every massive bonus spent on cocaine and prostitutes, on caviar and politicians. He relived his ascension from money-changer to money-maker and ultimately to the mass-manufacturing of currency with nothing more than greed for raw material.

 

Halfway down the man’s Italian-made suit jacket yielded to the pressure of air resistance and rushed to cover his head, just as the sheriffs who’d escorted him into the packed courtroom had done. Oblivious to the change in view, he revisited his decline; the panicked calls first from clients, then lawyers, finally from family and the few remaining friends he had left.

 

It had taken all his illicit millions to get to the bridge and his last thought was to rue the destruction of his Gravati leather shoes. They’d been damned comfortable.

 

Shall we take a trip?

I See

Daniel © 2008

 

Once I saw only magic.

A faerie globe warming

a watery world. Life pouring

from the sweat of two lovers.

The never-ending human quest

ever-seeking, always pushing

vigilantly into Gods domain.

 

Now I see only truth.

Stark, unvarnished, black

and white, unfettered by

romance and fantasy, Truth.

Man will conquer Gods domain.

 

I can see further now.

Into the future. The time yet to be.

Man has conquered God, Man has

wrested control from Nature and

now man seeks other Gods

to destroy. Other globes

to de-romance, fantasies to brush aside.

Stone by stone, drop by drop, particle by particle

Man will conquer. One mystery dies

and Man seeks another victim.

 

Death to mystery!

Long live the light of knowledge.

Romance is for the weak,

Science is the new king!

Delving, delving, delving

Dying, dying, dying. Death.

 

I can see even further than before.

Man is no longer man. Man is God.

Man says let there be light and light appears.

Man says let there be land and lands appear.

Man says let there be new men and women and

let them do as I have. Let them learn. Give them Magic

so that they may imagine something bigger than themselves.

And let them go freely upon their way with no interference from me.

And the new God reigns over his own eventual destruction for even Gods must die.

 

And ever further my eyes roam.

I see beyond Gods, beyond Time, beyond the universe.

I begin to see Mans place amid a grander scheme spanning eternity.

I see truth in the magic and the magic in truth and I can sense something larger.

It’s almost tangible and yet most definitely not so, a force or an elemental power.

Within this energy there lies two states, the state of Nothing and the state of Being.

I see Man’s ascent, transcendence, and demise as even Gods must die before rebirth.

 

I see the state of Being where countless worlds and infinite life forms all wriggle forth in their allotted space between these cycles of states and I see so many self-important events in this broader picture that have very little importance other than to add humor to the living state of Being. And I see Man/God as a flash in this current state of Being and there have been many states of Being and there will be many more states of Being and will Mankind rise again in each and every state of Being or is this a one-time anomaly?

 

I see the end of this state of Being and the return to the state of Nothing. Oh it’s so peaceful! In Nothing there is no war, no hatred, no obscenities born of love gone wrong, no love, no romance, no smiling babies. Only Nothing.  Nothing lasts forever because there is no time, no beginning or end, no cycle of life, no death, no thought but one. Tao. It’s the ultimate power of everything, everywhere, and every when. The Tao. The Consciousness. The One. The Only. Tao. In the state of Nothing the Tao sleeps dream free, resting for the turmoil that is the return of Being. And return it shall do for the state of Being is the Tao re-awakened. Refreshed.

 

And so it goes further than even I can see, the states revolving like days and nights in the life of an Immortal, each following the other, giving birth to each other, killing each other in a never ending parade of Gods and sleep. And so it goes and so it is. Or so I see. And so I close my eyes, weary from all that I have seen and now I find myself on a new journey back to where it all began. That first thought, the original awakening. My minds eye stretches back as far as eternity will allow it and before I can react I see it! The beginning. And it blows my mind. As darkness wipes the slate clean I am laughing. Can it be that simple?

 

Truth

Truth

 

Say it once,

Say it again,

Say it until it’s true.

 

Zombies walking,

everybody’s talking;

Truth stalking.

 

Truth, like the sun,

Revolves ‘round us,

Follow it ‘til it’s true.

 

Vampires awaking,

Everyone’s ‘quaking;

Claim staking.

 

Shout louder,

Use gun powder,

Blow it ‘til it’s true.

 

Frankenstein rising,

Pieces of us reprising,

Past’s uprising.

 

We are the monster.

 

Let's Not Forget.

                                                                                     

Let’s not forget who we are.

Let’s not forget what we have.

Let’s not forget why we work.

Let’s not forget where we’re going.

Let’s not forget when times were rough.

Let’s not forget how hard we’ve worked.

 

Rapture Zombies

Rapture. If I’d thought it was real I’d been a better Christian. Now I’m suffering the Tribulation with the rest of the Left-behinds.

Persecution by those taken up. God, in his infinite humor, took their souls and left their perfectly functioning bodies behind. Zombies. Just like in all the movies and books and halo-vision shows. Except these guys weren’t dead, just soulless.

The thing about the soul is it animates the body. It makes us Human. Bodies without souls are just animals. Intelligent, carnivorous, animals. You can generally tell a zombie by it’s eyes. That and it’s super efficient body language. There is no wasted motion, no bounce in their step, no gaily swinging arms, no head down deep in thought amble. Zombies move with a perfect triumvirate of purpose: to eat, procreate, and dominate.  

The last part is the reason we Left-behinds are forced to war with the zombies. It’s bad enough they eat our dead and try to mate our women, but when they start trying to play boss, that’s a line we don’t cross. Zombies die like any other animal, and contrary to the movie lines of yore, they do not resurrect. Dead is dead. So we kill them and they kill, rape, and eat us. This is God’s idea of Holy Tribulation. Can’t wait to meet the Deity, I’m saving a bullet for him.

 

 

Leap or Ascend

Iron mask and rusted hinges.

I walk alone along the fringes

of sanity and perceptions of sanity.

Another door appears before me.

No need to open it, please let it be

a barrier to hold me back from humanity.

The heat of my thoughts singes.

My heart trip-hammer beats in binges

that pound my brain with pictures of insanity.

There’s a path ahead I can clearly see.

There’s another nearby, I can sense it vaguely

ascending through the swirling fog mysteriously.

Clearly I should follow destiny.

To my death I should leap obviously

For to ascend at this point is futility.

 

Oxygen Absorbers!

Oxygen absorber! Holy crap! How do I turn it off? How many of these little white packages are there and what happens if they absorb all the oxygen? Man, this makes Global Warming pale in comparison. Should I stock up on oxygen tanks, you know, just in case? Maybe we should gather all the packets and jettison them out into space. I know, it's littering but what’s a species to do? SOP! Save Our Planet! I know! I’ll write a poem! Yeah, something to galvanize the troops, a call to arms, a, a, battle cry or something. Here goes:

Gasp, pant, wheeze.

Do not eat please.

Oxygen Absorber.

Huff, puff, no breath.

Facing certain mortal death.

Oxygen Absorber.

What to do, What do I do?

I need oxygen and so do you

Oxygen Absorber.

I know what must be done.

We have to save every one.

Eat the Oxygen Absorber!

Whew! I hope it helps! Everyone must do their part, there’s no time to waste. Begin mass consumption of said white packets immediately! EAT THE OXYGEN ABSORBERS!

 

Tangled Ascension

Two flowers in a stony creek.

Faces uplifted, its heaven we seek.

With entwined stems, our spirits peak.

Tangled, we transcend.

 

A flush of color in a drab scene.

From the darkness, ourselves to wean.

Lightly touching, on each other we lean.

Together we ascend.

 

Tangled we transcend.

Together, we ascend.

 

Transference

Scars can heal and scars can fade, but remain they always will; a factor in forever when forever means you and me and a lifetime of repercussions.

When I met her the scars were still oozing, and a mind of recklessness was upon me, and I buried my wounds under layers of humor and jokes and soon kisses and finally, children and marriage.

Under the cover of the night I’d examine the damage I’d sustained in prior love encounters, I’d watch as flesh grew pink over twisted tissue and prodding, I’d find a hardness that might never go away.

Where new love should bloom I’d feel a coldness, an emptiness; offering a pantomimic response instead of the heartfelt, cascading warmth she so richly deserved.  

Irrational attacks on bunkers she built out of necessity were the children of this past pain, out playing in the rain, damned the consequences, damn the pain in her eyes.

New scars appear on a different heart, my scars, her heart; new layers appear to mask the mutilation, and maybe tomorrows kiss will be nothing more than lips on lips. 

 

Grandma

Her face, lined with every hardship ever endured, brightened when the kids exploded into the house. “Grandma!” were their excited shrieks as they hurled themselves upon her emaciated frame. A small bag appeared in gnarled, spotted hands and with a rustle and little fanfare, sweets materialized, as if by magic.

Their faces, creased with frustration and anger, darkened when the sweets showed in tiny hands. “Grandma!” was their barked cry as they rushed to snatch away the children from her emancipated frame. A small bag disappeared as if by magic and gnarled hands curled in bleak despair as her face, etched ever deeper,  grew dim.

About

It's a world of bytes and a world of sites, where your words and thought's are read by monitor lights. And I am growing aware of the scene out there, it's a new world for us all.

Who knows where it comes from, these urges to write, to post for the world to see. It seems there is another force, a neural crossfire going on inside me.

I have no inherent talent, no schooling in the art of the written or spoken word. To say I am an artist is absurd, To say I am possessed is preferred. To say this is me, writing this free, sends my soul on a journey to a place so heavenly that it can't be just for me.

It's a new world after all.

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