two poems i jot down while on my usual commute from school...
I.
Those purposeless of us who search for meaning,
Neglect to see the stillness of the world,
In its tumult.
How wonderful must be a life of nothing
A breeze caressing thoughtlessness, and emptiness, and yet,
A purpose it knows not.
The everlasting nothing,
knows more than any ever will.
II.
From the birth of Son of Man,
stars illuminated all.
Hazy dust of our creation,
takes the place of what once was.
In this world of double vision,
neon lights are our new rainbow.
Metal gods will show us truth;
Yet the wind attempts, in vain,
to subdue their senseless ruse,
trying desperately to find,
meaning in their pointless aims.
O! The west wind wails,
but no one hears it.
Screeching of perpetual thoughts,
is a sound unknown to most.
Let all meaning go adrift;
It will find itself.
I.
Those purposeless of us who search for meaning,
Neglect to see the stillness of the world,
In its tumult.
How wonderful must be a life of nothing
A breeze caressing thoughtlessness, and emptiness, and yet,
A purpose it knows not.
The everlasting nothing,
knows more than any ever will.
II.
From the birth of Son of Man,
stars illuminated all.
Hazy dust of our creation,
takes the place of what once was.
In this world of double vision,
neon lights are our new rainbow.
Metal gods will show us truth;
Yet the wind attempts, in vain,
to subdue their senseless ruse,
trying desperately to find,
meaning in their pointless aims.
O! The west wind wails,
but no one hears it.
Screeching of perpetual thoughts,
is a sound unknown to most.
Let all meaning go adrift;
It will find itself.
