Deleterious

Deleterious                                  7/13/2015

Time flows under

And outward

In an endless stream

As we swirl in a circle

Dragged by the current. 

At death we are forgotten

And our names are erased

As those who come later

Seek to destroy

What others had achieved.

It is all around us

The eternal truth

The same now as then

Predictable and sad.

The more we try

And thrash about

The more we sink

And flail our arms. 

But the day we let go

And accept

Is the day we float

And rise.

My name doesn’t matter

And what I leave behind

Is what I leave behind

Nothing gained

And nothing lost. 

All we have is love

Both what we give

And what we take

Our words defining our actions

Known and unknown.

That is all

And that is what
We will live with

Both now and forever. 

Either we know the value

Or we do not

And there is nothing

Anyone can do

But soak it in

And think.

The dead are alive

And already they are watching

Waiting just one door over

From the here and now. 

Others have seen

And others have known

Aware in their hearts

Of what cannot be seen

Or proven. 

Reality is experience

And experience cannot lie

If only we opened our eyes

Without foolish pride. 

We have buried the pearls

And broken the shells

Oblivious to the treasure

Crushed underfoot.

Nothing changes

Except the seasons

As we forget

And waste away.

My name was struck

And erased from memory

Discarded like trash

Useless and wasted.

But it’s hard to see the termites

Until you tear up the wall

Turning the tables upside down

Ripped open

And exposed. 

All our best efforts

Still rot in the rain

And all of this evil

Will still end up

The same. 

Pluck out the splinter

And wash out your eyes

Just so you can see  

And now know. 

The truth is exposed

Now watch it, all fall apart

But not before they spasm

And destroy

Whatever they can. 

The water flows out to sea

And sinks in the dead

Washing clean what remains

In endless silver streams. 

A double helix

Of unintended consequences

Leading us home

Either up or down. 

In the end

It is obvious

No matter what we try

Punching at shadows

And screaming in the wind.    

Facts may not lie

But they can be obfuscated

Manipulated any which way

To show what we want.

Beware the liars

Same now

As they were then

Growing bolder every day

Savage and murderous.