The Beginding
(Door bell rings)
— The damn dog barks and a voice is heard. Arms stretch, forming a letter Y. A head shakes. Dimples become this smooth cheek; lips form a letter O... Exhaled respiration sighs; the break of yawn verifies new horizons; official. Time refers to the handbook of rules. Rip threw page after page; crumpled up waste basket balls rim out off yawning lips. Illusive sleep hysteria dreams, that flicker on and off stroboscopic memories. Unconscious thoughts fill in gaps with a given assumption. Personal stead-fast conviction driving miss daisy; otherwise terrified by reverse psychological roles. Hole punched tickets admit one day: beginning with a letter D; memory recalls it ending with a big Y... Negative voices echo through lightless minds; laid flat in a bed between soiled linings. Poor children are told how; begging to find out why. Sit down, shut up, do what they tell you to do; innocent belief. Criminals will steal their hope; they will turn around and become them. Again and again this pattern seams stitched into fabricated existence. Rock bands form guitar heroes; creating descriptive music that we listen too. Lyrically guided by spoken words: this music takes us into journeys and out of mind. We release our inhibitions; momentarily vulnerable. At times we stay up all night; carrying one day into another. Two days still end with the same letter Y. Reality then gets associated with a drag; that's just life... Is it really though? How does this make you feel? Why is life as such? Apparently nothing changes if nothing changes; whatever that means... Nothing is what nobody does. Who is nobody? Nobody isn't even a person so... It is an it? It is a vaguely indicator word. Open ended like our speech tendency; along it goes on... What do you think is closer from truth? Closer to what and where is its origination? No-bodies language sighs lettered lips O and right arms wonder Y this really is... Left arms think nobody's looking and carry(s) on with, that's life... Somebody knows nobody. Both of you know. Some... No... Any... Everybody includes anybody, but somebody overlooks nobody. Nobody's look like somebody in mirror’s image. You become nobody when you wear somebody's look. Anybody can change the outlook of everybody. Nobody has this ability... That's a matter of fact because nobody doesn't even exist. Everybody is somebody and this can be anybody; even you. (Door bell rings)
Two hands make two fists that rub two eyes. A new yawn gathers what is left to be salvaged of puzzled peace. Yesterday’s left over memory forgot its closure. Carried on with a letter Y; personal resolve unsettled by such a disregarded end. Time remains constant; utterly unbiased. How can I make the most out of my limited time? What have the messages of my instructors truly been intending? Make your time count rather than count all your time. End each day with clean linings free from soiled letter Y. Begin each new venture following a righteous close. It's not actually a fresh start if begun prior to such (a) just ending... Fret not for the dog is merely communicating to the best of its ability; most likely just saying hello. It is what it is but what may that be? Let it be but as simple as it truly is intended to be... Anything and everything comes to an eventual end. Followed by an unbiased time shaped beginning. Be somebody! Someone who doesn't know how to be nobody anymore. Count yourself in; everybody's included.
Horizons scarlet colored reality sends its hopeful rays to signal the beginning. Only to use the same sign for the end. Embrace each exceptional end and embark new beginnings with hope filled wide eyes. Close the door on yesterday and open up for today.
(Door bell rings)
The BegInDing--
Ironic Zinc
10-10-15
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2016
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