SUCCESS.

I wrote this one a few years back but it really strikes me as relevant today. It's funny how we can read/write things that have separate meanings years apart. This one is about finding comfort in something eternal rather than temporary. Something heavenly rather than earthly. Hope it speaks to you!

Allow me to entertain this thought

For a moment.

Allow me to babble about notions

And dabble amongst philosophies

So my conscience can be appeased.

Motion. I am encompassed by

An astonishing motion.

I stand in the eye of this storm

Slowly rotating and attempting to

Gather some sense of this ever-revolving

Blur in my orbit.

Hands extend through the hazy edges

Inviting me to add my energy to the masses.

Pleading with me to become a fraction .

A miniscule proportion of this cyclone

Of madness.

But my feet remain motionless and my

Arms at my side almost as if

I was catatonic.

Instead I focus my vision and peer

Through the seemingly impenetrable

Wall expecting to discover, well, something.

Something of significance.

Something must be there.

Surely my eyes will land upon a power

Previously unknown to my mind’s eye.

Yes! I will locate with my heart and my

Eyes an extraordinary enticement

That will snatch these immobile bones

From their rigid foundation and be swept

Into this swirling tower of energy!

I will feel the electric pulse pounding

In my chest and the rhythmic thunder

Against my eardrums!

Yes, this is what I will find.

But wait, the persistence of my imagination

And ramblings of my tongue

Preoccupy my senses from knowing

My true discovery.

No, surely this isn’t it.

The entirety of my discovery

Consists of….faces?

Not just faces but

Vacant facades. Transparent masks.

These ghostly abysmal excuses

Of expression pay me no notice.

Each struggles against its neighbor

To push onward towards what

Appears to be the apex, although

Despite my efforts I am unsuccessful

In locating the conclusion of their

Never-ending civil war.

As eager as I was to enter I am now

As eager to exit.

Luckily I have

Something anchoring my feet in

Place so that this frail body

Remains steadfast.

I take a moment to regain my

Composure and calm my adrenaline

And as I do so I notice my lips

Begin to curl into a smile.

For this dominating

Tempest which allegedly has all

Has not. For my feet are anchored

By a vigorous and unrelenting

Stronghold of compassion.

By an adamant standard of passion.

By an uncompromising concept of love.

So success, you have had your chance.

Power, wealth, you have given me hell.

But move along, your storm is headed east

And I’m looking west.

The sun is painting a sensational picture

and I am going nowhere.