Poetry

Selections For the Masses

By Shpak

Staff Writer

his must be so general, but let it ramble....

How can we expose all those evils pervading our existence?
Expose it in the very dark beauty
surviving and underlying this form
we know as existence?
What tune will I humm for you?
Have you ever wondered what you could possibly do
to combat those things which you encounter in life
which seem so ridiculous
seem so wrong - innately so-
and
seem to drive you mad?
Do you simply teach?
Do you single out one aspect and
try to evoke change in one small way?
Do you fear failure?
Is it all
too
incredibly
large?
Do you fear the impossibility?
Sometimes?
on an off day?
I wonder if it isn't that divine vision,
in seeing where it's all going,
in seeing ahead
maybe ten or fifteen frames,
knowing that any means
which brings you to a higher place
where wisdom resides
is justified.

Oh the capturing of the moment!
When we hear so clearly
When we feel and see and taste so clearly.
As when we are lost in dance
our eyes closed
our movements unattended
to the other's eye.
As when we are relating something so vividly
that we, and all aroud us
are transported there.
As when we are driving down any road
no attention given to method -or
to the where -or
to the why -or
to the radio,
our minds simply blank with
full insight.
As when we are excited by
a red stripe brushstroke or dribble on a canvas
we don't know
the words for why.

These precious moments when
in an instant
we know
and
in the next -
nothing.
How to harness this?

My God!
Have you been there?
What vehicle will arise?
What will it take
before
we reach such a moral evolution when
these mystical tidbits
become
everyday.
When we take full control of our existence
here and now,
as we do in our sleeping
as we do in our dreaming?
What strides to be taken,
What change will we affect?
Not For Ourselves.
We are lost.
For those who will share
only a small percentage of our genetic encoding
in a time
more real for them than ours.
We create all of this.
How?
Well,
Do you fear failure?
Is it all
too
incredibly
large?
Do you fear the impossibilty?

I speak in broken language.
I cannot form fullness.
I am pulled to extremes of computer generated binary nightmares.
I have realized nature evolves from the binary.
It scares me.
So I retreat to sleep.
Those who strive towards that fleeting
nourishment of stability and the sane,
would do no less.