A poem I wrote....
Semiotics
Crosses on the freeway
Mark the waypoints
For those who were pulled aside
Jerked into the rushing arms of eternity
This is my waypoint and my sign
For those who want to read it
Pointing towards roads I have taken
A burden individually borne
Born into life , born into storm
An ominous wind calls to me
A tornado blackens the sky
It is the end times they say
Rather, it is just the beginning
Why fire and brimstone?
We shouldn't play with matches
Yet, Prometheus did not give us napalm
Humans made that.
A match can light the holy flame
To wake the Prime Mover
Who shakes off the spider ash
And the dregs of sleep to light our way
With a rising tide of flame
Why are we taught to fear enlightenment
And the fire that has been so kind to us?
There are worse things to dread
Worse things than Death's dancing
His necro-waltz among the stars
Harvesting souls amidst a cosmic party
One might live consumed in frozen mud
A sticky hell removed from light
Frozen in pain
That is what awaits those that don't open their eyes
This is what awaits those who don't realize
That nobody said that hell had to be tomorrow
Look around�
Laughter echoes forever
In this silence chamber
The hollow lilt
Sucked into black glasses
Cosmetic apertures for those who wish blindness
Where are you?
Quo Vadis?
The laughter cleaves infinity
It mixes with light
A star screams through broken event horizons
Leaking into your ears
A drugged and tormented effect
Further ripping at your consciousness
You are scared this awaits you
Who said the day of reckoning was tomorrow?
I broke through that place only through love
Love for myself, love for my brother
A man once cried out , "I see no exit!"
Yet, the doors unlock upon asking!
The answer is in the waypoint
The sign isn't always a red menacing glow
Taunting you above a doorway
Perhaps the portal is in your chest?
A roadside cross perhaps?
The ruins of Golgotha?
Your reflection in the mirror?
This poem is my waypoint
What is yours?
Once you understand...
Once you read the sign...
What road will you take?
I hope our paths cross.
Crosses on the freeway
Mark the waypoints
For those who were pulled aside
Jerked into the rushing arms of eternity
This is my waypoint and my sign
For those who want to read it
Pointing towards roads I have taken
A burden individually borne
Born into life , born into storm
An ominous wind calls to me
A tornado blackens the sky
It is the end times they say
Rather, it is just the beginning
Why fire and brimstone?
We shouldn't play with matches
Yet, Prometheus did not give us napalm
Humans made that.
A match can light the holy flame
To wake the Prime Mover
Who shakes off the spider ash
And the dregs of sleep to light our way
With a rising tide of flame
Why are we taught to fear enlightenment
And the fire that has been so kind to us?
There are worse things to dread
Worse things than Death's dancing
His necro-waltz among the stars
Harvesting souls amidst a cosmic party
One might live consumed in frozen mud
A sticky hell removed from light
Frozen in pain
That is what awaits those that don't open their eyes
This is what awaits those who don't realize
That nobody said that hell had to be tomorrow
Look around�
Laughter echoes forever
In this silence chamber
The hollow lilt
Sucked into black glasses
Cosmetic apertures for those who wish blindness
Where are you?
Quo Vadis?
The laughter cleaves infinity
It mixes with light
A star screams through broken event horizons
Leaking into your ears
A drugged and tormented effect
Further ripping at your consciousness
You are scared this awaits you
Who said the day of reckoning was tomorrow?
I broke through that place only through love
Love for myself, love for my brother
A man once cried out , "I see no exit!"
Yet, the doors unlock upon asking!
The answer is in the waypoint
The sign isn't always a red menacing glow
Taunting you above a doorway
Perhaps the portal is in your chest?
A roadside cross perhaps?
The ruins of Golgotha?
Your reflection in the mirror?
This poem is my waypoint
What is yours?
Once you understand...
Once you read the sign...
What road will you take?
I hope our paths cross.