Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Where for art thou?


The dictionary definition of loneliness -

Without companions; lone

Why is the thought of being lonely so ingrained into our minds that it is a bad thing?
And by bad I am referring to the constant feeling of depression. The sad countenance. The long, distant stare. The yearning for the embrace of another. The pang that reverberates against the hollow walls of your heart.

Okay, so obviously the feeling of loneliness has entered into our so fragile souls at one point or another.
But why do humans have the desire to be with a companion of any sort?
Is it because we are so selfish that we must have someone to feed that need?
Or rather is it because we were made deficient in the sense that we lacked a certain puzzle piece to complete a masterpiece?
Who is that missing piece?
Or is it a what?

It seems like some people have the answer:
A significant other
A Higher Being
A sphere of acquaintances
An object to consume
An occupation
A hobby
An offspring

But the same puzzle piece that completes one masterpiece may not work in another.

How does one know?
Is it when that sense of loneliness is gone?
Is it when you feel complete?
Or is it a combination of both?

But what happens when that puzzle piece falls out?
Is there another to replace it?
Or was that puzzle piece an optical illusion?

What is your puzzle piece?
And if you don't have one, then what are you doing to find that puzzle piece?

Bueno Suerte!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Narcissus jonquilla


when the windows of your eyes are open
and shades cover them, how can i love you?

The satisfaction that shone on my face
across my lips,
has not been seen and will no longer be seen...not by you.

The tears have become greater than perforations,
that a window into my heart is now exposed
exposed to the bacterium from your words.

The satisfaction that once embraced my glass heart
has shattered that which was once whole.

Keep your distance for your scent pollutes the air i breathe.

When the jackal has climbed the last mountain,
reached the summit,
it shall slip and
unite with the cliff's ending
and so shall a beast devour the insides that can rot no more.

When the bee has left the center of the white daisy
and returns no more,
the bee flies to flower after flower searching for the same kind of pollen then departs,
only after the bee extracts its need--the pollen.
However, this particular bee will fly back to its hive only to be stopped eternally,
annihilated by a figure likened to that of an octagon.

Gone forever.