All hope has died
The canvas is blank ready for me to paint upon it
I take up the brush
But find no colors that will help alleviate this anguish
Why bother painting if in the end it will all be lost?
In choosing to believe in nothing I choose my freedom
Damn the world and its distractions
I will walk among the lambs
And look up into the sky while the hawks fly
Cowering in fear
Waiting, patiently waiting for it all to end.....
| I identified heavily with the start of this but refuse to "fear" things such as might swoop down suddenly. Perhaps I'm too much of a fatalist? I guess there are only such feelings as one may enjoy more or less from each day to day experience. Are we being graded on this? How's that go, if you don't feel a thousand eyes on you all the time you are simply not paranoid enough? Does one become numb to being the center of the universe at some point... I wonder. Perhaps we just grow weary of this zoo's visitors so curious about a single naked ape. Where's that "free will" that everyone talks about.|
"Damn the world and its distractions" - Nice motto.
|| Posted on 2017-07-16 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] |
Speaks to me of writers block or the lack of truly trying to convey what the eye/mind/spirit sees. No color, love that. It is a weight to carry it all and not express. Why bother trying when it will be nothing in the end, nothing but wasted time.
I will walk among the lambs
Echoed it's silence within me!
This is simply marvelous, in a very heavy way.
|| Posted on 2014-05-23 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ] || We often find that hope is an idea we can easily control; flabbergasted and yet to realize that will be the only thing between having lived abundantly and simply dying slowly. Though the truth is usually pretty simple, isn't it? ||| Posted on 2012-11-11 00:00:00 | by Dolor | [ Reply to This ] || I can't really respond to this without looking at you. I love the title because I can relate. Some days I walk heavy and then others I put my load down and enjoy the lightness of life. This reminds me a bit of what dreams may come, when she's painting that picture. Anyways it conveyed a feeling of despair and feeling empty, not lost and but with acceptance. That no colors is the bottom line but please take a moment and read this "A palette for You" on my page. I hear your point Katrina but I refuse once again to accept it as truth. |
|| Posted on 2012-11-08 00:00:00 | by ladydeathstrike | [ Reply to This ] || i like that idea for a title!|
fits well with theme....
yeah, "why bother painting
even for poets who so often write about doom and gloom...it is getting tough to move the pen...to fill in the blank sheet of paper which is waiting for a poem to lite upon it.
|| Posted on 2012-06-30 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || "Walking Heavy" as a possible title? Quite heavy thinking to me. Good poetry material if a little on the realistically depressed feeling kind of thing. I kind of like it. No color, yes I've used that before.||| Posted on 2012-06-30 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] |