The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

This is my response to FeatherDawn's  Poetry Challenge...

Upon a distant shoreline...

Upon a distant shoreline
Of some ancient half-forgotten sea,
I sit and watch the tide come in
As the waves crash over me...

Upon a distant shoreline
In a time so very far away,
We sat so close together
And watched the sun rise on a new day...

Upon a distant shoreline
That seems like a lifetime ago,
You left the beach and walked away
Though I begged you not to go...

Upon a distant shoreline,
I remain here still
Maybe you'll come back one day,
How I hope you will...

Upon a distant shoreline,
The end grows ever near
As the waves crash down upon my soul
And break upon every tear...

© 2008

I enjoy things that go boom...

I love this tune...

Echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
Just going round and round...

And so here it is another day in this long list of days that I have experienced in this long existence most of which just seem to blend into the next and become one hazy half-remember memory...

And I suppose that this is the way that the brain operates as the past in pushed further and further to the rear so that the present has its moment of glory at the front of the line even though the present cannot be measured by any equipment created by man as it is plowed under by each passing present. And such is time as I experience it and so has it been and so shall it be for all eternity - each instance moves further and further away, pushed from view by the newbies that demand one's attention and then they vanish from reality...

And thus are my thoughts as I sit here at this moment and enjoy all that the world will present to me in the coming moments though these thoughts will be plowed under by thoughts to come for this is the natural progression of things just as one generation is plowed under by the next until nothing remains above ground to mark their paths...

Lately I have been trying to remember the past and all that I was back in the day so very far away. Most of which is due to the fact that spent some time working on my MySpace though some has to do with the fact that I have another birthday fast approaching. MySpace has turned out to be an interesting experience on a number of levels. I have rediscovered some of my high school friends, some friends from my Usenet days, bands that I listened to back in college, many things from the past that had long since been plowed under by all that I perceive in the present...

Strange are the thoughts that fill my head as I try to remember the past, and strange they shall remain until something new steps to the front of the line and demands that I give it some attention...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...

But I want nothing this society's got -
I'm going underground (going underground)...

'Tis a glorious day to enjoy the wilds of the world around me for it is not too hot nor is it too cold and there is only a slim chance for rains to force me and my laptop indoors. I wish as I usually do that I had something of importance to fill this blank canvas, but at the moment my mind has wondered off somewhere far away as I watch a wee little ant explore the wonders of my keyboard...

It has been a strange few days - the past - so strange on so many levels. I feel as if my live is coming back to the beginning again and on its way to complete another lap. Go back to the beginning is what has been circling about in my thoughts, go back. And I have to some degree. I recently submitted a resume to a company that I left 14 years ago and spent some time chatting with my old boss whose job I eventually took as he moved into another function within the company. I found a number of old friends on MySpace from roughly the same period that I had thought that I had lost forever...

This week has been almost like I have gone back in time so that I can get a chance to correct the mistakes of the past and so that I can carry on with my life. From the earth and so to the earth I shall return...

'Tis just an odd feeling that has overtaken my soul at the moment as the ant has found his way from the laptop and is now searching the table on which it sits and my stare turns towards a small fuzzy black and white spider as it searches for its daily bread - it stops and looks me in the eye, decides that I am not a threat or that I'm far too big to eat, and turns and wonders off around the junk that is piled upon this table...

Strange it is and strange it shall be as I begin another cycle in this great circle...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...