Time Again, Timeless vs Eternal

Time is a measure of motion, that much is obvious now
(Father Kronos, you aren’t as complicated as the Tau)
Then timelessness is hell: stuck. Eternity’s heaven: freedom
Perhaps we do those classics disservice by calling them timeless
I shall call you eternal, (and a tow truck as symbol of redemption)

Note: Transcending material temporality shouldn’t be called ‘timeless’, I think, because timeless would imply absolute nonexistence with no possibility of parole. Unless you’re talking about Time as a cycle, which would make timeless and eternal mean the same thing.

[Poem] Darkest Night Finale

[Poem] Purgatory

Heaven/hell, light/darkness, don’t know

Where this path goes, really don’t care

Feel nothing… void, numb, a mute crow

After my journey in Satan’s cold lair

A frosted reflection on an icy lake

Shows me someone I can’t recognise

Tattooed, after he sat in the rake

Python on his right arm, Leviathan leftward lies

A Mongoose and bird over each

What do these signs teach?

Too cold to ponder, too cold to wonder

After the saunter. Have I made a blunder

Coming here? A mistake? Too cold to care

Am I empty? Is that why I’m now frozen?

That would imply there was something there to fill

Cannot feel a thing except rage. Now even that anger’s molten

Could I ever feel? Long ago perhaps, I once felt a thrill

Long long ago, long forgotten ray.

I’m done with this place, but I don’t know the way out

Don’t really care if I stay here forever cold

I’d just sleep, but my eyelids were plucked out

Nothing else to do but to walk this shadowy road.

Torture me, jeer, whatever… I’ll just keep heading south

Because there’s nowhere else to go.

(If you want to start from the beginning here’s a link [Short Story] Shrink Zero )

I thought I was ending it with this, but I guess I was wrong. [Poem] Dawn

[Poem] Purgatory

[Poem] Nightmare, What we’ve become

Demons claw my skin, pierce bone

‘Paradise’, ‘Hades’: these words mean nothing now

Light is faltering, crazed and alone

Gehenna screams, “witness the madness I now sow.”

‘Reward’, ‘punishment’: these words mean little

I must walk the path set before me, but I can’t help question

I am human, I am frail, spirit is weak, my arrogance so gross it leaks, pride in my spittle

I may be tiny to You, but am I not at least an inch taller than ‘them’ in my understanding?

Still this arrogance, still this pride, I just can’t get rid of it.

Need to burn it away. Let the demons keep scratching…

Let them drink my blood and marrow, my angry pride until I can again see the Light

I understand but still, my mind and soul can’t help fighting

The pain of purgatory.

Oh, my Lady of Perpetual Succour

Why can’t my eyes see you?

[Poem] Darkest Night Finale

[Poem] Nightmare, What we’ve become

[Poem] Darkest Night

Scenes, gruesome and vile in my dreams

Leave me with a distaste for my species

What the fuck is happening to me?

Can’t stop thinking of that abominable scene

I see some monster’s torture chamber

A strapped victim and a jar of acidic paste

I will say no more of this wicked nightmare

It gets worse of course, I wake up with haste

Man, why are you doing this?

Torture, rape and murder for what?

Does it give you joy? Does it make you hot?

Do you enjoy it when your spirit festers and rots.

Or can you just not tell anymore

The difference between good and bad

Short term satiation of your demonic core

You know you can’t call it a heart any more

My dreams… They aren’t mine, but whose are they?

These nightmares not purged by the light of day

I watch the news, a waking night terror

It’s time we all take a look in the mirror

Not surprised if some people start clicking their boots and shout, “Heil Fuhrer!”

Look at what we’ve become.

[Poem] Purgatory

[Poem] Darkest Night

[Poem] To Nemesis

Barren landscape, black clouds, desolate Night

Eyes can’t adjust;Distant storm the only light

I realise: wasn’t brought to the place for punishment

But to find some sort of fulfillment

The journey is hard, my spirit screams

Senses under attack, always fight or flee

Can no longer escape into my dreams

For they no longer belong to me, you see?

The rational mind rebels, “I am mad,” the refrain

As I warily watch the skies… Already two dragons slain

My spirit walks, bruised and bloody, withered, blemished with stain

My friends cannot help me. Alone I must walk this path, or else it is in vain.

Again and again I am thrown into this place

Over and over I trudge to the exit

Ever and ever searching for ‘grace,’ (or whatever you want to call it)

Careful to swear fealty only to the Infinite.

The creatures in between, they come and go

They aren’t all that bad you know

I was scared of monsters under my bed once

But now I go with them to dance.

Perhaps I haven’t met the real monsters yet

In this dark subterranean fete

Maybe my journey here is only beginning

Where will it lead? Oh, for a moment let me relapse into fond imagining.

“No more visions of wars

No more visions of genocide

Show me a utopia for once,”

I say, as I stare at the future sky.

Black clouds, desolate night. Distant storm the only light.

[Poem] Nightmare, What we’ve become