inconsequence

I am nothing I am everything

Times gone inconsequential again

A tragic reaction to my inaction

Proportionally contrary to my reality

And my own duality

Coming to a head again

Lost in moons flow

Fading in the rivers glow

Perpetual cycle of my unquiet youth

I repeat the beat path I tread again

Deep suede night

And I against the current

As usual, somewhat drifting

Bouncing along the shore a stone

I am worn smooth dragged

By tides pull

This day

Has sought new reasons

To insist upon the

Distances I keep

Darkness calls and still I sleep.

I am nothing I am everything

This is just a fraction of my dissatisfaction

A ritual catastrophe of perpetual

Motion pulling me in different directions

With symmetrical concentration

Salvation is the eviction of conviction in

Convention as is

Resistance to this existence of pretension

I feel so small sometimes

A depiction of some higher authors' imagination

Playing my part while never knowing the lines

I am a cameo appearance relative to

The time span of the universe

I am nothing, and everything

What song then should my soul sing

Words of the river

Words of night

Give me back the sight I lost

When I flew too near the sun

Ate from the tree

Opened a box I should not have

And found myself stripped of connection with divinity

Once we were all gods

By some strange trick we were lulled to sleep

And now we dream the lives of mortals

Who dream the lives of gods as they slumber

I am nothing. I am everything.

Reviews

[ah]

this is great. i love the divinity and soul searching.... your songs should be those of tool

[Kasey Klein]

I found the lack of apostrophes (the one you did use, you used incorrectly) and the absence of punctuation made this poem difficult for me to decipher. NOTE: I understand that's a matter of style, and the choose of the writer.

The rhetoric and rhyme within the rhetoric is outstanding. You express well the existential angst of being aware of existence.