Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Schadenfreude Rebuked

To reconcile or provoke...

Once more the malodorous spectres of loathsomeness and malevolence seek to upset one held so dear. These are remorseless foes; indefatigable emissaries of an objectionable body. With their vitriol, palpable to the senses, something akin to rancid intent. Bringing forth concurrent trials, to begrudge betterment and heighten privation.

The ill wind serves as an aide-mémoire. To placate this heresy would be a sin, and to seek vengeance a fruitless speculation. No matter how odious the task, the crest fallen must rise.  

Wakefully aware that parlance is of paramount importance, and the nondescript must seek to become the stronger party. As if to underscore this adage, a synchronous act must be sought. One which will bring harmony, alleviating the foreboding nature of this situation.

Yet so much still hinges on the coming days. Already the apparatus of fortune have ventured to upset the balance of plans.

Who will providence choose? 

Will she forsake those who strive?

Atrophy Of The Senses

The waiting game...

With the avenues for income set; all preparatory measures are complete. Nothing now but to watch the slow creep of time, with bare subsistence and stark frugality as my constant companions.

All attempts to fill this uncertain void seemingly fail at the first hurdle, or plummet into the abyss between now, and soon. In the midst of this, my doubt is ever-present. Thus I am struck down with the consternation of one so gnawed with unease.

Prepossessing of its nature to mislead; yet fully aware that the future may not bring the riches so needed. However, to bear it with equanimity would be the choice tactic. To withstand the breadth of despair which waits to engulf if all comes to ruin.

Just to feel the unfettered release of creation, without the potent scent of apprehension. Which so oft seeks to tarnish what should be an irreproachable and hallowed joy.