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Eternal Bliss? by Happyhedonic, literature
Literature
Eternal Bliss?
Everything is temporary in this realm but eternal throughout the universe If you can remember the future you can forget the past Time flows in both direction but will inevitably lead to the same destination We have all been born just to be reborn and recreated Learn to view yourself as a part of something else, somewhere else The technology we manufacture today will be the creators of our future and rebirths tomorrow Somewhere in time the beginning becomes the ending Your ending is just the beginning But living forever might not be as pleasant as it sounds: Who will we be living for? What will be the cost of survival? Who will reap the benefits? I wish us all well upon our journey into the unknown We may find ourselves in the middle of nowhere But in the middle of nowhere we may also find our true selves Nowhere might be the one place we were always meant to find ...and the machines may teach us how to channel the divine Then we can all live in eternal bliss (I wish)
I got the puppy when I was only five I named him Gyp because my parents said he was sick and may not stay alive In the years to come Gyp not only survived but thrived He was a mix between a Basset Hound and a Beagle With big floppy ears, a waddling walk and had more of a deep-throated bay or howl than any bark I used to take him on long walks The Beagle in him always made him want to chase after rabbits Although, the Basset Hound side made him rather slow Gyp didn’t seem to mind that he never caught any rabbits He would come waddling back to me with his big flapping tongue dangling down A look of mischievous joy in his eyes Years went by Gyp became my best pal and would follow me wherever I would go One day my mother died in a car accident three miles from our home I couldn’t talk to anyone I could only cry but all that time Gyp stayed by my side He seemed to sense that something was wrong Gyp would lie beside me occasionally lapping his big tongue across my nose As I grew
Tripping on Sunshine Picking up daisies People say I’m unwell but they’re all crazy Lost in the haze No need to explain the whole world has gone fucking insane Living my best life I’m so lazy Can’t carry the weight of these daily diaries It’s getting too crowded When I’m alone The voices keep shouting about some distant home Look to the sky Float away on a breeze Flying is easy When there’s no rationality Somewhere Something Tries to explain About these endless debacles with every age It means nothing to me I’m just a speck of dust that fell from the sky like the rest of us So beautiful here wish I could stay but the world pulls be back so, I can die again today Nothing seems right, Does it mean everything’s wrong? I swim on back to my Lilly Pond Reptilian beings comfort me I lick their faces and eat their fleas
The dead are powerless to tell us what to do and the living are struggling just to make it through Meanwhile the ragtag angels scour our alleyways searching for food Everything is so terribly bright in the middle of yet, another lonely night I look at the clock but it has no face its hands are gone It’s ashamed of how its invention has caused such harm I am too There’s some Liquid-Drano in the cabinet I consider shooting it into my vein Then I remember asylums can only be altered but never really changed I gaze out a window and I see the assassin is near He stares up at the sun but instead seeing the moon Laughs to himself and says: “Oh, my I’m way too soon” Listlessly, I drift out of my body down the stairs There’s an old man in a chair He cuts out his entrails and sadly states: "It's the best I can do, so please try to relate” I splash scorching acid in my eyes as if it could serve as some disguise Voices drift by on a breeze telling me it’s almost morning and I’ve got to
A blazing wintery night opens its ominous cold dead presence upon the bitterly frozen ground A foreboding storm slinks hauntingly amongst the unforgiving winds Shimmering crystals whip through the air into the icy bone-chilling lake Within the dismal lonely grey fog there comes an unearthly sound In the driven snow the ghost appears Upon a winter’s squall Within the clouds the spirit's wail Awaiting the thunder’s call Lighting strikes into an Ash As her decaying leaves but fall The winds howl of a sacred tune Lost inside the delicate light of the dying moon Vapors trails of fire and hail Turn into chasms where darkness dwells Black frozen rain descends onto the scorched earth As Man just mumbles his final curse
I hear him running through the basement Up and down the stairs But every time I go to look there’s never anybody there The sound of a child's footsteps awakens me haunts me The closet door slams I have no children and no child lives next door In fact, my closest neighbor is nearly a mile away or more Every night the child is running through the house and seems to be afraid One night I hear a knock upon my bedroom door Although, I’m mortified I open the door just the same No one is there but I sense a presence near I walk into the living room and turning on a light I see a shadow suddenly appear It’s of a small child I think, although, I'm not quite sure There’s a storm outside and a strange mist fills the air I sit down to read the paper but the article is one written many years before It’s about the death in this very house of a tiny little boy The murderer chased him up and down the stairs The child was so young and didn’t know what to do So. he locked himself inside
Why, did you eat that meal? Because I was starving But you knew the food was poisoned Yes, but it didn’t curb my appetite So, you are to blame for your demise? No, the poison is to blame But you freely ate the food knowing it was poisoned Yes, but I never choose to be hungry We want what we possess And we possess all that we control But what we can't possess Possesses us And feeds upon our soul Power is a useless tool It’s like being doused in gasoline while worshiping a fire Only to then feel the deadly, burning flames of your own wanton desires