It only takes a second to open one's eyes Yet man sometimes lives an entire lifetime of lies A futile existence, a world of his own concepts; Where everything seems possible but all are unreal Anything can overwhelm us, grand things consumes us After all nothing can be worth more than sand Anyone and everyone dreaming to high; The weary hands of time have traveled long and far. This hollow empire we live in seems endless Each step we move on, exhausted and pointless The horizon changes with each passing minute; We tumble everywhere, doing anything as we please Life’s no infinity, but is this the truth we seek? Our pride and might is useless if our spirit is weak; Is it late to realize that we are lost in the waves? Drowning in confusion, dying in thy hell That only contentment and true love can save..
Have you ever questioned your existence?
and the very reason why we exist?
I find it excogitating, yet daunting.
If one's existence is the state
of being in the world of actuality, then
why are we living in this world
where reality is full of inequality?
Isn't it too unfair?
Why do some exist to exploit, excoriate,
execrate, but being exonerated?
They ,may say they're just living.
but isn't it excruciating?
To exist, is to live
to have life but no more than life.
hence, it is death that's imminent,
that one's existence will meet its end.
No! they exclaim, there is fame! There's an excuse, there is history!
though extinct, still... they exist?
Why certain names cannot fade?
Albert Einstein, Mahatma Gandhi,
Theodore Roosevelt, Confucius,
Sadam Hussein, Adolf Hitler,
Plato, Socrates, Jose Rizal,
the Beatles, and Michael Jackson!
can't death expunge their existence?
Obviously it can't, but why? how?
To exist is to live,
that man is not a part of metaphysical scheme but that every individuals
must create their own being,
each on his own, and in every specific situation
and environment.
Then life is what we made it that we can set our own extent.
And we can name our own existence!
Some are expletive, and exotic
others came explicit and obscured.
There are people who finds power and fame ecstatic normal individuals exert and perspire with goals.
Some were found excluded and exhausted
others extern, become heroic and martyrs.
And there are some who aims that
acknowledgment and achievements
get ahold of their proud existence.
Some do find it astounding,
yet I consider it exaggerating
for I never will try too hard.
I don't adhere anyone's recognition
I'll be part of noone's aspirations
I'm better off alone, cause
noone know how its like to feel like dying in verge having this peculiar title; prohibi†ed as to be forbidden to be antsy for thy miracle trough senescent , I'm vexed frustrated, obfuscated from this death that's imminent.with appalled journey who does feel bliss? who've decided to be alive? knowing i am born averse can't we blame Him for this misery? aren't we under obloquy? doomed with thy obtrude commandments? prohibi†ed, as to be forbidden living with specious visions my eyes were covered with fallacy that I've dreamed i could live to enjoy this life to heaven i owe alone, contemplative and freely, destined to impunity with no sadness, nor hatred ever know yet we can't change thee, >still, we're on a random destination tough we avert, be sordid. live a saint, died an angel we're still way to judgement; a trial that's true uncertain. Is there an end in everything?. what were true? what were not? people got obstinate by theism, by mortal's evolution by deceptions and own conclusions. who's superior at where we are? what was crucial and steady? those forbidden seems spectre can't i just live, then die? prohibi†ed, as to be forbidden forlorn, obscured, anguished, sooner be punished fated, with hatred In need of help, who does care? I must seek with forbearance for a delightful refuge since my soul have yield from this baffle, and torment from these seizures, i stood up I am bucked, by my own herein where I existed Im prohibi†ed as forbidden.
I am John Emmanuel M. Perez, or Joemm for short. Working as a freelance Graphic Artist. A proud visual and media artist. You're reading my heart out through my writing, articles and poetry in this Blog.
-Solitary makes my existence-
prohibi†ed