Fall

Fall by The Bones Compendium

Changefulness Of Heart

The return of vision...

In spite of ever mounting work, the creative side roused once more; and after scorned absence now seeks to attain its former dominance. This blissful conquest I allow with all my spirit. For work, whilst essential, is fleeting. Whereas art, words and music will thrive and blossom if nurtured as an ally.

Perhaps forever this is the reason for my lack in wealth. I capitulate to the aesthetic realms of habitual hardship, ever to dwell within its spartan walls.

Could this commitment seem for the most part selfish to witness? 

This critique troubled me all the more than I cared to admit.

Should I not adopt more established forces which manifest without asking? 

Accept from those whom I could no more hate than any other, and thus in favoring their offer rebel against the creed I have come to live by.

For in truth, poorly could I withstand these urges; they are now a part of my whole, imbuing my  perspective to reach ever onwards. A vibrant invocation of spirit, warmed through by nostalgia, yet mildly tempered by the cooling touch of reason. 

Fruitless Pursuits or Empty Wealth?

Again subdued by the ascendancy of familial sway...

Talk unremittingly veered betwixt avid yet insurmountable pursuits of wealth, adherence to convention, and the snug soothing glow of the norm. In fact; all that which is neither tangible nor visible to my sight. A summit not ever to be reached; each climb a fresh peak revealed, and the odyssey continued.

In truth, all an echo of sentiment I have known only too well, and thus a reflection it would seem as an adversary to my furtherance. Regardless of this, a revived desire to emancipate oneself from the shackles of greed. Which look to have so far enthralled the populace.

One doctrine; geared toward the aspiration to accrue ever larger reward. Each fleeting stage more bloated than the last; Consumption that never meets satisfaction. To gaze upon so outlandish a concept which would claim to divulge the route to happiness, a clarifying moment. 

The other ideology; a more enterprising use of current means. An outwardly illicit life, least affected by the transient shifts of avarice. So in refusing to be browbeaten; even if merely for now, an equilibrium has been reinvigorated, to spite being marred by terse funds.

So although indeed not credited then, my mindset had in some small measure been reforged by these events. A renewed claim to make the most of what we have.

Reminiscence Turned Resilience

To venture into a realm of familiarity...

Veritable joy and well-nigh perfection embraced time spent to celebrate confluence of anniversary and birth; A bubble neither wished to be burst.

Now alone in thought; I pay homage to the familiar faces that must leave, beseeching the favoured Peoples of the past to once again populate the present.

An abstraction often indulged; to exalt the ebb and flow of all close attachments. Erstwhile and contemporary; devoted and distant; loved and loving.

So that when I shall hereafter remember; by me they shall be reborn. Their rich nutrient varnish endowed with a perennial youth. In short; I am he who wishes to abide by that most sacred. The connection of human to human; whether fleeting or prolonged.

Alas this strength is also a weakness in me, vulnerability by which advantage is sought. Though I have redressed this bereavement of comfort. For no other reason than that it was at odds with the object of my hopes.

Amidst this notional yet sunless backdrop, the forces of everyday occurrence wreak their toll on my balance of mind. Each can, as always, be circumvented by an single-minded yet canny reinterpretation of ways and means.

Only this continued deliberation will truly enable the growth I seek.

Disorder & Disaffection

A struggle to reflect rather than solely react...

To not succumb to enmity or yield to the polarisation of judgement; but instead decry the unwholesome tide which has swept inland from that starless horizon.

Washed away; the veneer-like pretense of conciliation now reveals the bona fide colours of nation; Rife with suspicion and persecution; our Zeitgeist divided.

Opportunity become ally to those who to all intents and purposes are bereft of aspiration or conscience. Whilst ruination renders its vile path through countless lives and mischance finds purchase, seeking to establish an indelible residence. 

Faint hope lies in that which has long been depleted, and appears to some almost fallacy. To move from that which could not be, to that which could be.

A restoration of faith in our fellow man is attainable. That be as it may, it does for now have the semblance of far-flung reverie.

Time Is Absolute?

An abstract but willful concept...

Late night turned early morn seems to bring forth such complexity as to make the mind swirl around the notion of Time. So primordial by its very nature and yet disingenuous to the daily drudge of life.

It has no equal except that of its perpetual ally (or perhaps jealous sibling) Space.

Simply a form of measurement outwardly overlooked; each second, minute or hour, the yardstick by which much is judged. Our success, failure, endurance and tenacity; all laid bare to its unyielding pressure.

An unstoppable Juggernaut of renewal and decay. The cycle which enslaves the aware and washes over the ignorant. 

We are forbidden to waste, to spite its apparent never-ending abundance. Only recollection acts as the counter-weight to the unmerciful intransigence. To perceive the remote gleam of a moment passed, far back along the track once trod.

But there is no return, the stream flows only one way. No memories of the future, only the past we cannot change. 

Thus a mind so perplexed, must accept twilight ambiguity; lest insomnia wins out.

Providence

Providence by The Bones Compendium