The Importance of being Unimportant

The fish swims

To the water of its birth

To fulfill the meaning

Of its meaningless existence

To mate and create

Another batch of fish

That will swim down stream

Only to swim back

To start the process over again

The fish fights off death

In order to spawn

Only to die shortly after

Why such effort?

Why the cycle of death and birth?

To birth or to die

Such risk suffered or maybe not

A risk one takes in order to feel alive

Not to die

Is that the great sin of our parents?

To birth and continue the absurd

Have I committed a crime against her?

I brought her to existence, her life was my choice

What do I tell her to do?

When existence is pointless

For her to birth again and continue

The ancestral line

I birthed, I die, She will birth and then die

Are we here by choice?

I came here by theirs

Only to swim back upstream

Rinse and repeat

Cycles cleanse such as the water

The cycle of humanity

Taken into heaven to be brought back pure

Here to purge our instincts

Or partake of the fruit

To purge out the man

Or to indulge in it

Why do I keep waking in the morning?

When I could barely survive yesterday

I can’t do better today

For tomorrow will only be filled with regret

Cycle must purge the regret and accept

Existence is pointless

So why bother exist

Forgive me my child

I sinned in ignorance

But I will not abandon you to the wilderness

I will suffer the existence with you

Or you with me

You the salt of this existence

That tastes like a McDonald’s #3

Giving birth is selfish

So as to not be alone

To carry the heavy load

                 -Quasimodo

Let Go

Here I am Floating in an ocean Set sail by a passionate fury Pushed by lust to never look back Too far by my own power No turning back Drifting now in a vast puddle Of blood sacrifice Living by the breath of the Almighty Hope evaporated by the son Hope of land? Hope of relief? Direction unknown The stars hide from me The passion sapped from my heart But it continues beating To what end? By what means? Shall I paddle in the fog Only for more tears, more clear liquid Fathoms and fathoms of absolute Nothing Shall death rescue me? Will drowning release me? No Not even death's sweet embrace will gift me forgetting And so in limbo I wither At His mercy, I wait To be pushed down along To dine with Hades My enemy, my mind My own life a black mark Heaven cannot be granted To a broken and blackened heart So here I am Drifting endlessly for eternity Deciding desicions Whether the wind comes for me Or is just trying to get past me What do I want then? Poverty?  I cannot be To be rushed by like all those on land? I am free on this skiff No hurry or rush All roads lead to the same end Some are quicker than others Relax and enjoy the waves The salt of existence is not in the arriving But the leaving and never getting there American security is a easy to hold as water You spend your life with your head down Hands cupped in front of you Never noticing the death all around you The violin doesn't know what beauty it can make Until animations take up the bow and play Listen and let go To that water that will make your life dull For when you arrive with your water You will realize that you will be the only one to drink it Or maybe you won't Let the wind pass me I'm not afraid for Here I am Just as before                                     -Quasimodo

A Sermon By a Cellphone

Everyone is afraid of me
I don't know what I'm thinking
We just landed in the morning
I don't know why
It's not that I had to go
It's like a dream of you in the back
Everyone signs that dinner table in Carl's jr
That's what she did
This is the best thing to do
This is the worst time to call
It's ok baby I love you
It's ok baby remember where you want to be
With the galaxy movie or whatever
Quick office of the apes in a little bit of the cement river
Really really really good thing
Everyone has been a little shy though
Well maybe I'll fly back
Or just a hobby anyway
Don't worry about the point of existence
And you can make it out of the bed
                                                     ---Quasimodo's Cellphone

Bathwater

Don't drink the bathwater Full of dirt and muck Greed and lust and gluttony Of those who own mistrust Don't drink the bathwater Cleanse what you see Them Internalize misdeeds and crimes Against humanity All are drinking Not a want absence of need Those that don't die Thirst So young, so young So pure, so pure I shall drink Fall, condemned Stay free Don't drink the bathwater                                              -Quasimodo

Closer

As I sit by this river I drift Silently swiftly Away from here The gentle rise and fall Your breath The lap of water Your laugh The smooth reflection Your skin The empty seat beside me Occupied The soft wind upon my cheek Your kiss The river silently, swiftly I drift Closer

A Sinking Ship

Underwater now

Falling leaf

Bubbles rise to heaven

Abandon ship

Limbo now

Surface and floor

Still silently downward

Slower than before

The leak was discovered

A patch, a plug, a fix

Still a chance to stay a float

Still the light, still the air

To no avail, effort spent

Water consuming every inch

All in vain to prevent

This creation unintended

Slowly inching, blacker still

No patch available

No fix on deck

To bring this ship back to surface

Has it been decided?

Is this the fate?

Haven’t hit the bottom

Is there still some other way?

Worthless, not worthy

Of any real effort

Lost to the sea

A child of the water

Not the end, oh no

A new, your purpose is

In the depths you provide

A new home, in your death

But is that why you were created

Is that what you wanted

To be below the surface

And your existence forgotten

Save yourself, you can’t

Molded by unloving hands

To the depths, we say farewell

With a tip of the captain’s hat

                                                          -Quasimodo

A Dream...

All already gone
She was just here
She with me
And me with her

T'was a wisp
Our breaths together
I began to endure
Felt like forever

Drops of selfishness
To ease the dark thirst
That wonderful "togetheredness"
Seems to birth

The time and words wasted
Why did I not hasten?
A wisp, now, a dream
So hard to hold on to

Now apart, we, two
Is it any lighter?
Drowned in selfish alone
Feels like forever

                                           -Quasimodo