Drunk and Wrote

There is something that I haven't figured out yet how to express that is held within our temporal interactions. That spark, that flame, going back to the days when we were cave men and women discovering how to create, how to change, how to take hold of this life that we are given; this life that we must take and grasp by its lowly but still intimidating and intimate horns that provide fear and reassurance. This creative slight that I inflict upon this virtual space is simply temporary for as long as the data is held in place by the electromagnetic field created by the interaction of molecules that we all can manipulate.


I have walked so far this evening and found yet again as with any big city, the countless lives given to waste, they have nothing left to offer but everything to take, I often wonder what the difference is that puts them in their place. Compared to them, I'm like a golden calf, fed grain and milk and diatribe ubiquitous disgrace I wonder if I wear it on my face the same as those left more despondent. Those left to ask themselves or God why it befalls them to be the ones who must teach everyone that in every action, there lies a reaction. That reaction is the only thing that you can not control. Some give their lives to art the senseless selfess self expression of their selves broken in parts, an attempt at digression from the senselessness of human life or any life of any creature that was given any chance to put their fool mark on this earth.


There's something to be said for inspiration but without the friction of a noble heart that learns to push forth regardless of the doubts of others or itself or of the pack of ravenous creatures that seek to enslave life just so that it fulfills no other purpose than its own survival. There's not necessarily anything wrong with that but life lived with that mindset is doomed to extinction. Doomed to death, doomed to oblivion, doomed to only be remembered for the things it took away in the face of a destined self destruction that we all must come to face and I know that I'm a part of it, I'm still trying to not be part of it, is it possible to not be part of it, or is it just our human nature, is it just the destiny of atoms vibrating in place.