an unfillable void of never-self

an unfillable void of neverself.
+++++++++++++++++++++++

What if...

the whole
Of Existence were
A
mere Soliloquy

(confused with
dialogue.)

playing out in a
Series of Dreams
the
Universe has ?

(because
it grew sick of being
Lonely,
and thus seeks
to fill The
Void of Never-Self.)

And would I /we/it
(et cetera ad infinitum )
possess any
Meaning Outside of
Ourself?

(Or forever
Be
A timeless
Wanderer
Lost Within
It's Head?)

++++++++++



 (unfortunately) the most
favored of analytical methods
(that of the scientific) cannot
be applied to an examination
of that which is essentially
intangible.

So At the moment, (which I readily admit could change
given time, circumstance,
and new information to evaluate) I hold the opinion
that a belief in any god is a matter of
Sociocultural Indoctrination , and grounded not so much in
proofs, nor probabilities, as
unproven myths
exchanged between varying cultures
who share little in common.

(Other than the odd fact that the god, or gods they always
talk about, have never talked
themselves ...)

as the mirror of his soul reflected

As the mirror
Of his soul reflected.
+++++++++++++


Hear the tale.

of
A
Lost Son
dejected.

and
Sent to The Woods
To Learn
(from Wolves )
The Ways of Haunted
Men.

as
The Mirror of
His Soul reflected!

(on
 ways to break
The Glass Again. )

+

sad eyes
peek
Behind
The
Curtain...

Searching for
A
Higher Truth;

but
still
remain
A
Beast
uncertain!

(of the angels
 lost in youth.)

+

Hear now
the tale.

of
A man who
Found,

Heaven
In
the Midst of
Hell!

But
Gods voice?!!!

(It never made
A Sound.)

Jsh

the wolf of self who ate his heart

The wolF
oF seLf (wHo
aTe hIs HeaRt.)
+++++++++++++

I was normal
once
you know.

(& it was
fuckin
horrible. )

but
My sheep 

suit
concealed

a most curious
Wolf in
 human clothes.

(angrily
chewing its
way
out of ThIs
PriSon
mosT caLL
Self.)

×

Nothing made
Sense..

and
Long days
were
spent idling
away at
fickle labors,

With aLL

HoPe
Buried in 

A
Coffin
Of Ironic Smiles.

(Never to be
had Again.)

+
Now,

Here lies
ThE
MAn of MEn.

(Throw rocks
if you can.)

Upon His
Plot grows
HeAdLesS
RoSes!

(Watered
by
tear-filled
Beer cans.)

+

But..

"They"
Say
I'm a
bit better
Now.

(or at
least
Crazy
In The
Sanest
of
ways

My voices
all could
muster.)

An
Ever- Curious
Lion

living
gregariously
amongst

RoboTiC
LamBs.

While
Feigning
Peace!!

(With the
Wolf
Of Self

 Who ATe
HiS HeArT.)

J.s.h.