Infinity's Chime

endless circles, infinity, it drives me
through the lands of the lost memories
in between the tears of fallen dreams
infinity spins, whirls me, on the edge of my axis
spinning, as the world around me is still
is still passing by, no more lies from the eyes
that have spent nights crying in shame
in a world unkept by romance, hidden in the gleam
of some shining light, that neither burns, nor is bright
my heart races through, the days spent, just trying
to survive, the race, the spinning fantasy
in the penetrating thought that something else is there
someone else, here, in the night of despair
that lingers too long, in the thoughts, the daze
of memory, of longing, the passion wains, ebbs
fades from the face in me, that stands before me
as no longer can i see
the dreams, that have lived so long in me
nothing in truth, is left to be, while in the past
the ways i have spent
sparkling in the day, drift far, far far away
for in today, i find, youth has gone away
and the weight of the infinity, spinning me, endlessly
toward a future, a dawn, that only age can reveal
when the hours have chimed, and the moment has disappeared
into the rhyme of some distant future, that one day
my eyes, will be able to see

News Flash: THIS JUST IN! SWINE FLU MUTATES!

This just in, the deadly Swine Flu has mutated into a new variant of the dreaded Conficker computer virus. WHO officials are urging everyone to turn off their computers immediately to avoid computer to person infection. WHO officials trace the first person-to-computer to a hospital on the United States-Mexico border. Apparently, a hospital nurse working in a health care facility overrun with Swine Flu cases was unaware she was infected with Swine Flu when she logged on to her FaceBook to post some new photos of herself in her special new, Swine Flu proof WHO issued hospital scrubs. The computer she was using did not have the latest Microsoft patch and the Swine Flu quickly jumped from her fingers, to the keyboard and infected the unpatched computer spreading itself to the Internet through her FaceBook account.

Now, as this devastating Swine flu continues to spread like wild fire across the world from person to person, computer to computer, person to computer, and so on, killing like 20 people worldwide, WHO continues to advise people wear the little white face masks and act like crazed chickens sensing an impending slaughter whenever someone close coughs or now, uses a computer. WHO Executive Director, Dr. Sally Who, assures everyone that these little white face masks protect against EVERYTHING, including all the known and unknown microbes, viruses, computer threats and unwanted and annoying e-mail spam. Sally Who likens the white masks to using duck and cover tactics in the 1960’s that kept us all the children safe from nuclear blasts. So when in doubt, Sally Who in WHOville says, “wear your white mask, and duck your head under your desk for safety anytime you hear someone cough, turn on a computer or hear a loud, ear splitting warning buzzer sound.”

After all, God does have a sense of humor and he often likes to take embarrassing photos of all us. Especially ones where we are acting like frenzied krill trying to escape a school of fish. God knows nothing gets us humans going better than a good old fashion plague. Panic. Misinformation. Pandemonium abound. And the best part is, God doesn’t even have to create a true killer virus anymore. It’s not like in the old days, when he had to whip up the Spanish Flu or the Bubonic Plague, heavens no! Nowadays, God just has to give the story to CNN that there is a “virus”, and the news reporters take it from there. No work, and all play, that’s God’s motto. As this is one reason God created news reporters, as he realized that their rush to be first to the story they wouldn’t check the facts, and thus, reporters turn a rumor into truth, and no one is the wiser. So remember to smile when you’ve got your head under your desk, as God may be watching! And you wouldn’t want to end up on HIS FaceBook account in some compromising position, or worse yet, as the latest hit video on HIS YouTube channel, would you? *cough, cough*

Frenzy

There is always a notion that the end is near. A belief that today will be our last. We hold on to this, almost, as if it were a fantasy. That tomorrow, it will all be over. That there will be nothing left when we wake up. The idea entices us. We are bred to know the end is near. That our lives, are more about redemption than anything else. Above all, we live in sin. We must redeem. We must cleanse our lives of desire. Of want. We must see ourselves, not as we are, but as some god wants us to be. Somewhere far off, in a paradise of heaven and eternity. We are taught to hold ourselves against the highest standards. Always fearing. Always doubting, that it is okay, just to be, who we were meant to be.

The end becomes an escape. A way out. Of the guilt. The chains of doubt, that are tethered to our hearts. The weights of the world, the perils that unfold, just when we open our eyes. The end is near. Closer to me. Closer to all of us. Inside. It is so close. Our mortality speaks to each of us. It speaks to me. As if it sees me, in the mirror here, before me. In my eyes, the reflection. The years gone by. Inside the image staring back at me. It is the end. It is my mortality. I must wake from this dream. Flee this fantasy. For I am afraid. Afraid of what will come. What the end will bring. When my eyes cannot see the light. Cannot see the sun, shinning in the sky. In the darkness that envelopes, in the moments I must let go. I am afraid. More afraid than when I was alive.

And so it goes. The virus spreads. Or so they say. And day after day,the news latches on to it. Reporters flying everywhere. Fear. Panic ensue. The idea becomes more tangible. Much more than a fantasy. We start to wonder, start to repent. To struggle with our fantasies. Our wishes. Our beliefs. What have we done? What can we do now? To save ourselves? How can, I save, myself.