Progress is never what it seems. It hides behind the mask of deceit. Progress always means change…change means money… but it’s always money for someone who has never had to live with the changes that progress has left them. Anytime you hear that they’re going to do a thing in the name of progress, you can bet that it’s just another way of saying, let’s take what’s beautiful, or intricately crafted, and turn it into something sleek, streamlined, cold…and ugly. Without warning progress will rip the heart from of a place and steal its innocents. It will pull the beauty from everything it touches and leave in its wake a crippled used up shell of what it once was.
Tag: death
Seeking Fame
Don’t be deceived
Glory, fame or wealth
Cannot save you from death
Certain sorrow will be cast at your passing
Your family and if you’re lucky
A few good friends
Will morn you
But their grieving will be short-lived
With each turning season
Their memory of you will fade
Soon, no thought of you remains
Just another cold grey stone
In a field of stones
Will mark that you existed
Fade to Black
Is it the beginning or the end?
I suppose no one can ever know
Yet each of us will make the journey
When it comes the time for us to go
We will take one last look behind us
And see our loved ones are looking back
With that last breath we sigh “I love you”
And then we fade slowly into black
Just another body behind the dumpster
Life had turned its back on Jason so many years ago that he no longer held a grudge. Though, if anyone had ever had a reason to give God the bird, it would have to be him.
He said he was married once; if you could call it that. It was more like a whirlwind of passion followed by months of hatred and torment. Eventually, the entire affair succumbed to the throes of mistrust and subsequent unfaithfulness. Of course, each one blamed the other and perhaps neither one was wrong.
After that, he tried to make a go of it, flitting from one job to another in search of the one thing that would make him happy. He moved around a lot. At first it was just from one place to another in the same city, then to different cities and finally different states. He told me that he was always looking for some place to fit in, but just never seemed to be able to adapt. He was always the outsider, the odd duck so to speak, and thus began his hatred of people. Maybe hatred is too strong a word for what Jason felt toward others. Perhaps it was more like disillusionment in his fellow man. It was hard for him to get past the ‘stupidity of the world’ as he called it.
Life
The stone is set
My die has been cast
What the future brings
Will slide into the past
No amount of want
Will ever make it stay
It will fade to memories
Of yesterday
Jerry Brotherton 