“Remember where you are, forget where you’re not.” David Jackson
Sinking in the Sea of Desires
Round and round we go
In the random motions of desire
What can be said when your dead?
Where do the beginning’s end?
In manifestation failures?
So what is life for?
Desires?
And where is meaning?
What of anger, cruelty, neglect and hate?
What is so important in appetite’s denial?
Who will do the dishes
After the self indulgent feast?
Leftovers for the trashcan of need.
I forget a lot in appetite’s wanting
Like, no respect of those who did the grunting
To manifest provision’s struggle
Take out the garbage
Dumped in the empty space
Now too full with no other place.
Crowded in waste
All the while those few of the many in affluence seek
Only to dance, sing, and dream of nice
Avoiding the smells of the daily grind
Decorating the mess of labor’s meaning
With elaboration’s decor in the life of meaningless style.
So what do we want in so many distractions?
Driving reality into hiding
Under polutions smoke
Out of reach of common needs and everyone’s breathe
Interested only in gratifying the “Me’s”
Ugliness in illusions beauty
Forgetting and ignoring death
Dreaming in the evening of ignorance
Looking away from the pain
Of those poorly paid who clean up your stuff
Now out of reach of knowing
Until there is nothing left to obscure denial.
We are not to be tested
In what to recall
But in what we haven’t done
Unwilling to give ourselves what it takes to exist.
Our extinction won’t be determined by you or me,
It will be determined by “Us”.
But the “Us” does not exist in personal knowing
In common with trust
To give it guidance in doing what we all must.
Needing more than painting the facade of “me”.
All and everyone are needing the same boat of survival
Called “Us”
Swimming in the sea of life
Without the compass of knowing
How to navigate in the daunting darkness of desperation.
How do I, you, we, face this darkness,
Infinite, without end?
What are we to do?
Turn up the music, clean up the room, eat and be merry
And let it all die?
This is desperation not so quiet
Screaming in our ears.
Don’t tell the children
Don’t spoil the play.
We have “heaven” to protect us
After we’ve gone
Much more comforting than the realities of the earth.
So am I dreaming all this?
And isn’t it your nightmare too?
Vote for what you like
Even if unqualified to drive
Nor do they hold the map to steer us to survival
It contains only bits and pieces of wanting,
Fishing in the seas of desire
Leading us all in ignorance on a journey
To be canceled on meaning’s shores
Without life insurance paying for death
With no one able to spend it to get any more breath.
“Sail on Oh Ship of Fools”.
Gimme, Gimme.