Halls of the Dark Muse

This may not be the most brilliant work of poetry or best of prost, but it was a purge, just something which I was compelled to release. One of my stream of conscious writings.

Wake Up!

It is easier to hide cowering within the darkness
and accept placidly, a state of impotence
within one's life, to smile bitterly and wallow
like a pig within the mud, in self-deluded ideas
of human weakness, to believe yourself a slave
to your emotions.

Than to stand within the light in radiant awareness
of the truth that you are weak because you choose weakness,
it is an escape, an excuse to deny accountability to yourself
for your guilt and shame, for the things you feel, the choices
you made, to blame it all upon forces beyond your control.

The cost would be too much to take control
and own your emotions, to grovel not before a divine master
and be nothing more than his imperfect shadow
believing yourself heroic in your failing struggles against
His so imposed sins. Some believe the terrors of hell
are the worst of punishment, but they are nothing,
only a happy dream compared to what you are truly
hiding from.

Imagine if you had to be accountable unto yourself
and yourself alone, to strip away the excuses,
to be your own master and acknowledge you and you alone
are in control, the things you feel are felt because
consciously you know you want to feel them,
the wrongs you commit are done because you
desired it so.

Instead you choose to walk cloaked in your delusions
that your emotions are detached from your will
that they act upon their own accord, not because of you
but in spite of you. This is the illusion men have chosen
for the truth makes them shudder.

God is the excuse which allows men to fall upon their weakness
as their excuse to give up control of themselves,
to commit crimes against themselves, humanity and morality,
they have constructed their invisible judge which frees them
of accountability, and will be the ever forgiving Father
of those martyrs struggling so helplessly beneath their
alleged human weakness.

So much the more comforting to be judged by the invisible
divinity than to stand before themselves and speak the truth
that every thought, every feeling, every action is a conscious
act of the will, you did this thing, because you wanted it done.

If this truth were known, and the delusion allowed to slip
away into the shadows, than man may actually be forced
to improve himself, but he seeks not genuine redemption,
only the facade that he wishes to redeem but cannot help himself
when he slips back into shame.

As long as illusion remains, the self-imposed lie,
that our emotions are our masters,
that we are nothing more than imperfect reflections
of a perfect creator, men can continue
their acts of immorality without facing
the judge in the mirror who would not be so forgiving.