Tag Archives: doubt

The Banks of The River Lethe

Good afternoon, everyone. You have died. You stand here, like those heroes of old, on the banks of that sacred river Lethe. Your ascent to the heavenly realms of Paradiso now secured, you step carefully into the dark and starkly opaque water. Your sins, desires and memories washed away in sacred bliss. As a child again, you are innocent, no longer condemned, but redeemed. Welcome to the rest of forever. Without further ado…

Settling Debts

Haunting orbs

drift across the water.

They come towards me,

stealing away my light.

I am fading.

I flash and flicker;

I am the torch over which your fingers

quickly pass.

The specters

take my flame.

They wear it

and make themselves whole.

I am as the hearth

in that certain dearth

that follows November.

Swept away,

is all my heat.

Through the mist

is seen defeat.

I know why they’ve come:

The debt of one infernal sum.

I cannot pay,

I’m ashamed to say.

This will make their day.

Shattered Glass

Good morning, everyone. Walking through an abandoned house, creaking floorboards and shattered glass fill these decrepit halls. It is not dark, nor lit either, though it is not hard to see where you are going. You know this house, but you can’t remember how. Nothing to fear, and yet you are here, stumbling through a place where all the details bleed together. No, there is nothing here. Still, you must remain. Walk these halls and find all the nothing there is to find. Please enjoy…

Unknowingly

What am I?

That question,

age old,

which bears no resolution.

It has haunted me;

oh, how it has haunted me.

Ghostly shadows

twist and twirl

in spectral pirouettes

that draw my eye

to something Other,

something else.

Concentration fails me

as consternation fills me

and I find myself at odds

with everything that knew me.

It is the broken mind,

not the broken heart,

that bring the dead to bear.

It’s been a long time since I saw light in there.

To-Do List

Good morning, all. What’s on your to-do list? Groceries, practices, galas, or lunches. Think of all the decisions you might make today; is it you that is making them? Can you help yourself? Or does your self help you? Think about this as you read this short piece today. Without further ado…

To Do

If it were agency

through which we divined our decision,

would we have defined this insanity?

Would we have found ourselves,

rife in the ways that we are,

at the impasse of that infernal cycle to which we are bound?

Does the man make a decision?

Or does the decision make the man?

If it’s agency, you are a monster.

If it’s not, you are a monster.

Hardly matters, so it seems.

Make the choice;

let it make you.

There’s hardly anything you can do.