These days are long,
Defying the speed of light.
Every cell aches
On account of this transition
From carbon to crystalline.

Despite being surrounded
By the evidence of Destiny’s grip,
The highs and lows
Knock me off kilter –
Remaining upright becomes
The challenge of the day.

The foreign concepts
Of “ascension” and “disclosure”
Are numbed by the fact
That they don’t happen.

All reminiscent of the
Second Coming,
Back in the 70’s and 80’s,
When every preacher proclaimed
“Soon and very soon”

And it never happened.

Well, not in any dimension
I experienced at the time.

I want to go to bed,
And never get up.

I want to shed this body
So I can drive
A never-before-owned one
Off the lot.

I want to be pain free
And luminescent.

I wouldn’t ask.

It’s just that
The promise of it
Has been mixed with my applesauce
In an unsuccessful attempt
To mask the bitter.

Now I’m tired,
And disgusted by
My failed attempts
To live a life of joy and love;
Disenchanted by my own
Rose colored view
Of everything I ever wanted to be.

I’m a joke
Whose punch-line
Is well beyond
The date of expiration.

05/17/2012

Author's Note: Some days, it's more difficult to keep the faith than others.

Posted on 05/17/2012
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