Contemplating Emptiness

No purpose left, no reason to go on.
Isolated, contemplating only emptiness.
To speak would be to get an answer,
and no one ever came to understand
just what it takes to meet their great
demands.

Shallow and meaningless, like a cairn
of pebbled stones that are dislodged
within a stormy wind - how real is that
façade they live within...?

They tell themselves that everything's
okay; they'll make it through another
night and day. Mesmerized, they
never stop to contemplate the patterns
that they make.

Streaming light in darkness gathering.
Threads of weave that shimmer as
they glide across the sky. The cosmic
winds are messengers of mood.
These great emotions stream through
everything that is.

They've never known of ownership,
for truly they are free. What dwells
inside becomes a mirror to all the
world wide.

That smile that you share that
never quite lights up your eyes -
the cosmos dares to tell the difference.
That innocence upon your face -
the greatest lie of all.

They say they love, then shift within
the guilt of their enlightenment; knowing
that if truth be told, they never loved at all.
Or if at all, just sparingly, at best.

Beauty has become for them the shiny
steel of elegance that races them away
from all the lies. Don't slow down, no,
can't do that - for then their choices
of the past would haunt them all
the more.

The promises they broke, the hearts
they shattered - what good can ever
come of what they choose again to do?
If love lives not within the core of truth,
then what can ever really matter here?

No purpose left, no reason to go on.
Isolated, contemplating only emptiness.
To speak would be to get an answer,
and no one ever came to understand
just what it takes to meet their great
demands.

Run away, oh fly upon the tides of
modern life in continuity. Faster,
faster - death will never catch you
at this speed. Betray the many
needs of heart; then bleed it all
away. Oh yes, you'll get to stay
another day.

But ask yourself, just now and then,
what good a life that never feels
the fullness of a love that's really
true...?

? Michaelette ?

3/20/2002
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