Immortal Transcendence

at my desk, I sit, wondering
not about the meaning of life
or how the universe began
those are easy to figure, given time
but I wonder, who I am
who I am truly, that is to say
what of a person will transcend this reality upon death
I think therefor I am, so one's thoughts must be the soul
so what moves on upon death, must be thought
or rather, the mind, the core of human existence
yet I wonder still, for I don't know the mysteries of the mind
when does your mind become the soul, or is it just that way always
and if your mind transcends, where does it go
some say heaven, some say hell, but I say both
if it's your mind, it's your afterlife as well
your imagination, which is of the mind, will form your afterlife
so I guess, if you want to see your family that has passed
your own mind will create them for you, in whatever fashion
in turn, if you feel guilt, your own mind shall form your hell
but who's to say, not I, for I can never die

 

 

Death To Life

Did you ever really wonder why
Everything is destined to one day die
And if you did, what did you find?
There is an answer there to see
Hard to track down, but there indeed

To all things made there is transition
Or at least that's my rendition

Love is not the key like some do say
It's not good deeds that pave the way
For this is what I learned and know
Even a rose with thorns will grow

 

 

False Front

Gleeful and happy though you seem to be
But underneath, there is much misery
Hide it, pretend, do whatever you will
In time your efforts will always be nil

Going through the day with your fake smile
Most of those around you fooled by the guile
But those that truly know what happiness is
Won't be fooled at all, and will know this

Happiness being a simple and easy thing
Needing few ingredients to make it sing
It takes so little effort to make it fly
Less work than even that you spend to lie

Contentment with humility added just right
No arrogance or pride to cloud your sight
Being a state of mind, once had, an obsession
Happiness is not just a facial expression

 

 

Soulmate

Curiosity, loyalty, and selflessness are traits we share
Though sometimes about ourselves, we do not care
There's a certain tragic nature to our disposition
Complete devotion to another seems to be our mission

Though traveling the road called life in such a way
It's hard to find happiness within ourselves, on any day
Relentlessly fighting with a need that we can't negate
To find that special someone, the one, a soulmate

All that I have, I gladly give to you as well
My will, my heart, and all else entailed
So fear not the void of darkness you dwell
You shall be freed to catch the wind, and sail

Across the waters of indifference, love, and hate
To experience the joy of existence, for your own sake
My mind will wish for you, until you have the means
To fulfill your own desires and dreams

Imagination is the key to achieve these things
Nothing is out of reach by pulling its strings
I won't be limited by reality, or the mundane
And by god, you will never suffer the same

So I shall see you in that mysterious place
Where there are no boundaries or limits to break
In the infinity of imagination, dreams, and thought
You can always find me, more often than not

 

 

Poem for the Damned

Don't think upon those things done past
Still regrets and broken promises always last
Keep your emotions hidden deep little child
Punishment for lack of caring shall not be mild

Through all said and done, now at the end of your life
Thinking there may be release or a better side
Momentary glimpse of paradise, pure joy, and blissful ways
Just out of reach, so close... then taken away

Hell does exist whether you think it so or not
It awaits patiently and does not care how hard you fought
What things you acquired or who you feel higher above
Nor your personal well being, mind, body, or soul

Mindless damnation now yours... no convincing or pleading will do
No second chance or way out shall be given to you
Nothing less than eternal pain and anguish forever more
Out of sight of God and all good no matter how hard you implore

Erased from the Book of Life with no traces left
Thrown to the demons as their toys; they shall never relent
No wants or needs in any way shape or form granted
Complete and pure opposition the only thing present

Life's choices flashing before you as you fall
Wondering why things turned out this way after all
Hatred of God fueling the fires in the depths below
Screams of tortured souls and laughing demons echo

Feeling the heat of the flames, smell of burning flesh now strong
Reality of your imminent new existence lingering long
Seeing the saved masses above staring down onto you
Powerless to help for there is nothing they can do

Screaming with all you have for help, but to no avail
Given all the chances to be saved while in life's vale
Your life was freely yours to do with what you wished
Nobody to blame for your lack of faith and disbelief

Now in your new home of torment and never-ending pain
No further words can describe what lies in that domain
For this is beyond my means to explain, nor even conceive
It is real, it is there... I beg you at least try to believe

 

 

Love Refound

Through hard times and lonely paths
We struggle along, taking with us our past
In things long ago, sometimes haunting regret lays
Hoping to discover a way to live with them, along our way

Trying not to think upon it, moving forward worry free
At least at first seeming so, but not meant to be
Eating at us slowly, at the very core of human depth
The inner self screaming silently, its anguish well kept

Many never finding that one thing to complete their soul
Some finding, then losing, that which they did know
For the rest of life, they try to get back that now gone
Others giving up and just waiting, for life to be done

All things happen for reasons we're rarely granted to see
Through all the pain, or even joy, depending on each being
Experience teaching us, wisdom gained, onward ever seeking
Surrender not your will, dreams can be had... keep reaching!

 

 

Random Thoughts on Reason

Can one ever be truly happy in life?
Knowing all the while that death conquers all living.
Burning at your core, this persistent thought,
"It will all just end in any event, so why bother caring!"

Truly if death did bring the end, morals and consequence mean nothing.
Chaos, random event, and chance, the only other things certain...
I can't even think along these lines anymore, it just seems too small.
To think that all I feel, know, and believe, in fact means nothing at all.

What a tragic existence to hold no regard to all but reason.
No point to such a life, either while living or dead and rotting.
Meaningless machines walking and thinking they are as human,
But merely self deluded slaves of their own limitations.

But hope for more after death's blow, springs forth from some.
Rational logic within them fighting all the way to deny,
Anything will come of them after they do finally die.
What in a man tells him to believe such as this?

From where within, does such seeming nonsense dwell?
The very human nature of being, screaming not to follow.
Yet that small piece, this tiny thought, shining so much brighter.
Overpowering all other things around, logic and reason be damned!

Most spend their time, asking questions upon questions abound.
Not realizing that it is the search that is what matters.
In fact to be given the answer, with not a single effort to seek,
Will completely erradicate the very purpose for existence to begin with.

If a child is lost in a large place, does he stay in one spot and ask,
"Where is my mother?" or does he search for her... seek and find!
What of the mother, she does not stay in one place either; she searches.
Imagine the odds now upon two seeking the same thing, reunification!

Perhaps God works on this level to some degree or fashion.
Though God, seeks you from all places, everywhere at one time.
Can you see now just how easy it is to find that which is everywhere...
Everywhere and also seeking you... your search half done from start!

On that most evil hurdle called 'reason', the one true enemy of faith.
Most cannot overcome the chains reason puts upon them, even when,
The most important things like love and caring, are not things of reason.
Most importantly of all, emotions themselves, reason holds not on them.

People easily believe in unreasonable things like love and emotions, yet,
The line seems crossed to them with thoughts of God or life after death,
Something some could argue, is just as far from reason as emotional thoughts.
To witness these things now, from where I am, I do find it indeed odd to see.

Perhaps, I think, people can believe in internal unreasonable things, but,
To those things external to themselves, and also not within reason... no.
Understandable one could say, being that it is human nature to be self-centered.
This is indeed, how perception itself is able to function, generally speaking.

To seek outside one's self... maybe this is the beginning of true belief?
Admitting that you alone, can't find such things that lay beyond reason.
So those that can't find belief, simply lack the ability to look beyond themselves.
Having been a person such as that, I can understand, and know the pain of it.

Surely there are those even in ages past that have tried to explain these things.
They didn't find solutions for everything for reasons even some of them knew.
You cannot explain something unreasonable using reasonable explanations.
In the end, one can never truly know, so just live in each moment with care!

 

 

Liberation

Let the fates of the universe watch over me
I will not fear my final breath of life
My mind is the key to all things I desire
Imagination will create for me, the guiding light

My dreams will become my reality
All my fears will be swiftly subdued
In the darkness of death I shall find my way
So shall be the new beginning, on that glorious day

Strength of heart and soul is all I require
I cast off all doubt and other sorts of mire
Of all things known to me, this much is sure
Upon that day, my soul shall be freed forever more

To roam the countless eons of perpetual existence
Remembering to cherish every moment without any penitence
Limitations will no longer be part of the equation
From that place, nothing's beyond the realm of my own creation