Wonder and Rhythm by TheThirdRevelation, literature
Literature
Wonder and Rhythm
I.
I watch the world of man
ebb and flow, propelled by
sense of what was once
wonder
Whimsical in its replacement by
capital and cultivated contentment
if not drowned in the gravity
Who once spoke of dreams and that
which is hard,
Who reveled in the vice of descent
unto cosmic pleasure, the adoration
of education and understanding
Who undo the overdone and redo
the tribal comedy and moral
forfeiture, forthwith and forthcoming
reconciliation of progress to
morality and humanity
What once was always is
always weathered and
withered and wondered and
wanted while whitewashed
by unconscious wil
I don't even know what this is by TheThirdRevelation, literature
Literature
I don't even know what this is
The minds of the masses ruined by the mass of the world
No longer growing to achievement, but dashed down,
unknown to themselves what worlds are stolen from them.
Blindly moving horizontally, provocation once replaced motivation,
now is merely redundant they, now perpetual motion machines.
My eyes cross and my fingers drag across the symbols that build our language
Access to infinite amounts of creation
but they simply fall onto buttons.
Emotions become products, authenticity no longer feasible
Construction controls, infuriates, confounds.
Humanity philosophical, non-definitive.
What substituted for who
Why long lost in obsc
On the wall of sound
It flows vocally
Lyrically
Harmonically
Constantly rising
Lacking what's yet to come
The inevitable fullness
Electricity building
Tension in the bones, room, strings
Drums rumble lowly, quietly
Ears perk anxiously
Static popping on hairs.
Instruments at the ready
Waiting, all for the conductor's drop
Violins and clarinets
Trumpets and trombones
Oboes and saxophones
Flutes and cellos
Bass, guitar, and the ever important piano
Suddenly,
In unison
In fortissimo
With passion
Crashing sound
Resonating through the tears falling in the balcony
Ladies and gentlemen,
The Orchestra
Science Fiction Double Feature by TheThirdRevelation, literature
Literature
Science Fiction Double Feature
The midnight glow
of a television.
A timeless classic romance
of science fiction crime.
The warming heat
of modern artificial ventilation.
Self-sufficient from nature's
rice krispy treats.
Naked bodies coalesce on earth of
fibrous carpeting.
A glance in those swimming eyes, and volcanic
clove cigarette smoke filters through my nose.
The forest fires of
whiskey burn my lungs.
Massive earthquakes crack away the world, leaving
you.
Thunderclaps roar, the sound of
your heartbeat.
The music of animals, of orchestra, of creek and river, of light and dark, heavy and gracile, float on
your breath.
Light falls through the prism of natural muses
Snowflakes fall on the glass entrapping,
Refracting the burning flame
Melting into colors, thrown outward
Clashing, expressing, enshrouded
Criss-crossed treads of soaked boots
Crunch the flakes on of trapped color on the pavement
patterns collide and intertwine
Like the digits of these lovers,
On the proverbial cusp of warmth and cold
Symbiotically, interdependently
The solitary light burns on,
Casting shadows on the footfalls of the young
Release the colors,
They bounce off scarves
Coattails
Hair
Eyes
Souls
In a sphere of light and color and warmth and safety
Before the dark
I could never write poetry. I never could. So I
won't try now. But you're the only person
I'd write anything for. You say I'm poetry.
You're it. Her. Just thought you
should know. I told you the
other night, but words
don't do justice. I will
wait for you, no
matter how
long. I told
you that
too. But
words
don't
do
justice.
You said
"don't waste your life."
But the only thought I had
was "I will never think of a better
way to spend my whole life. But I didn't say it.
I never could. because what the world won't ever
understand is that words don't do justice. just like
"I love you."
"Only you."
"Only f
Wonder and Rhythm by TheThirdRevelation, literature
Literature
Wonder and Rhythm
I.
I watch the world of man
ebb and flow, propelled by
sense of what was once
wonder
Whimsical in its replacement by
capital and cultivated contentment
if not drowned in the gravity
Who once spoke of dreams and that
which is hard,
Who reveled in the vice of descent
unto cosmic pleasure, the adoration
of education and understanding
Who undo the overdone and redo
the tribal comedy and moral
forfeiture, forthwith and forthcoming
reconciliation of progress to
morality and humanity
What once was always is
always weathered and
withered and wondered and
wanted while whitewashed
by unconscious wil
I don't even know what this is by TheThirdRevelation, literature
Literature
I don't even know what this is
The minds of the masses ruined by the mass of the world
No longer growing to achievement, but dashed down,
unknown to themselves what worlds are stolen from them.
Blindly moving horizontally, provocation once replaced motivation,
now is merely redundant they, now perpetual motion machines.
My eyes cross and my fingers drag across the symbols that build our language
Access to infinite amounts of creation
but they simply fall onto buttons.
Emotions become products, authenticity no longer feasible
Construction controls, infuriates, confounds.
Humanity philosophical, non-definitive.
What substituted for who
Why long lost in obsc
On the wall of sound
It flows vocally
Lyrically
Harmonically
Constantly rising
Lacking what's yet to come
The inevitable fullness
Electricity building
Tension in the bones, room, strings
Drums rumble lowly, quietly
Ears perk anxiously
Static popping on hairs.
Instruments at the ready
Waiting, all for the conductor's drop
Violins and clarinets
Trumpets and trombones
Oboes and saxophones
Flutes and cellos
Bass, guitar, and the ever important piano
Suddenly,
In unison
In fortissimo
With passion
Crashing sound
Resonating through the tears falling in the balcony
Ladies and gentlemen,
The Orchestra
Science Fiction Double Feature by TheThirdRevelation, literature
Literature
Science Fiction Double Feature
The midnight glow
of a television.
A timeless classic romance
of science fiction crime.
The warming heat
of modern artificial ventilation.
Self-sufficient from nature's
rice krispy treats.
Naked bodies coalesce on earth of
fibrous carpeting.
A glance in those swimming eyes, and volcanic
clove cigarette smoke filters through my nose.
The forest fires of
whiskey burn my lungs.
Massive earthquakes crack away the world, leaving
you.
Thunderclaps roar, the sound of
your heartbeat.
The music of animals, of orchestra, of creek and river, of light and dark, heavy and gracile, float on
your breath.
Light falls through the prism of natural muses
Snowflakes fall on the glass entrapping,
Refracting the burning flame
Melting into colors, thrown outward
Clashing, expressing, enshrouded
Criss-crossed treads of soaked boots
Crunch the flakes on of trapped color on the pavement
patterns collide and intertwine
Like the digits of these lovers,
On the proverbial cusp of warmth and cold
Symbiotically, interdependently
The solitary light burns on,
Casting shadows on the footfalls of the young
Release the colors,
They bounce off scarves
Coattails
Hair
Eyes
Souls
In a sphere of light and color and warmth and safety
Before the dark
I could never write poetry. I never could. So I
won't try now. But you're the only person
I'd write anything for. You say I'm poetry.
You're it. Her. Just thought you
should know. I told you the
other night, but words
don't do justice. I will
wait for you, no
matter how
long. I told
you that
too. But
words
don't
do
justice.
You said
"don't waste your life."
But the only thought I had
was "I will never think of a better
way to spend my whole life. But I didn't say it.
I never could. because what the world won't ever
understand is that words don't do justice. just like
"I love you."
"Only you."
"Only f
it is there
in all of the moments
when i search for you
in the places where you should be.
it whispers in the darkness
when i stumble past your empty bed,
when i turn to call out to you
in the empty space,
when i can no longer say your name
anywhere but in my head.
it holds tight to the pictures of you
in frames long turned over
and memories i can no longer visit.
it is loss,
and it lingers.
i feel closer to you now that you are
several hours and one plane ride away
than i ever did with you sitting beside me
with your heart in a place i could never
hope to visit.
i wanted so badly to touch you,
to know how it felt to hold your body
close to mine, to kiss you deeply in the
loneliest hours of the night.
i thought constantly of what it must be like
to know you, to love you, to hear you say
that you love me too.
desperately,
perpetually, i tried to understand you,
tried to become something that you could love.
but i never did.
i.
i called you a diamond
and you were the star of my show
you were freedom and truth
and every beautiful thought
that had ever existed
ii.
boys like you are a dime a dozen
but those words you whispered
were priceless
iii.
you danced through my mind
and into my bed with a smile
and you left with the same effortless
glance from across the room
that you had entered with
iv.
i hope you don't mind
but now that you're gone
it might be time for me to tell you
that i would have loved you
if you had let me
i am trying to win you over
but your walls are so high
and i am so tired
so tired of waiting for my life to start
so tired of loving boys who refuse to love me back
so tired of wanting things that were not meant for me
so tired
you are forever pulling your hand from mine
and telling me tomorrow will be the day
tomorrow you will tell me you love me
tomorrow you will want me to stay
tomorrow you will be different
tomorrow
i want to ask you to lie to me
because that is the only way
that i will hear the things that
i ache for
but i am so tired and maybe tomorrow
you will say them anyway
i tried so hard to tell you
that i loved you
every time that you looked at me
like there was something you were waiting
for me to say
i wanted to bridge the distance between us
with something meaningful
about how you had brought back something
inside me that i thought i had lost years ago
or about the way that our knees always touched
underneath the table but we pretended they didn't
or maybe just something about how you looked really good
in that green shirt that you wore sometimes
but i didn't
so now all of that was in the past tense
because things could have been different
but they weren't
I, like other, will make an attempt to bring my DA page back to life, even if the last two attempts have failed.
So. I'll start off with some goals.
1.) Get through college, preferably in Canada
2.) Get a degree in history
3.) Maybe a Masters?
4.) Write a novel. That's my big one right now...
I've wanted to do that forever. Maybe I'll actually take a serious stab at it...
I have my own secret.
One that nobody can know.
I know I'll act on it.
Once the devil takes sway of my heart.
And that will be the single greatest day of my life.