The End?
Posted by Godering, 26 Jan 2009, 04:38 AMEverybody has some concept of what is the end. Mind you the end, in its self is just a concept. Within all ends there are beginings. The true end is a resolution. Before the end comes I hope the ignorance on this planet signifigantly decreces. I hope it is not the means to the end.
My First Work.
Posted by Godering, 26 Jan 2009, 04:38 AM
This is the first poem I've written:
Casino Ambush
Two steps in and your ears are immediately overrun with dings, buzzers and whistles from all directions.
Flashing lights drag your wallet out of your pocket and into your trembling hands.
The spinning slots stop and lock in.
You’re now stuck in a maze. You weave your way between the machines; the boisterous chorus of sounds intensifies, and confuses you into a drunken, stumbling, walk.
You look left, right, but you can’t seem to find an escape.
You look through the forest of flashing boxes, but can’t find a bathroom, restaurant; any way to break out from this irresistible trance.
You start into a slow jog, but temptation is faster and your legs are already being sucked to the nearest quarter slot.
Angry faces of loss and despair stall the pull, when suddenly to your dismay you her someone screaming;
“I won! I WON! OH MY GOD I WON! YEAH BABY!!! JACKPOT!!”
This fabricates a crucial abysmal itch in the back of your mind, like a virus it spreads; corrupting your thoughts, torturing your self control.
The sound of coins dropping onto a tin dish with a satisfying “DING” fills your mind with ideas, all of which begin with sliding your wealth through a thin slit on the front of a large metal cube.
It’s too much, way too much. The thin wall remaining in your head still holding back the sirenical machines urging you to throw your money away, stretches, and snaps in half.
Just one game, you think.
BAM! hours later you’re on a rampage; the bonfire in your pocket is a raging inferno that cannot be stopped.
You win one game and the machine spews gasoline into the flames.
By the end of the day you reach into your wallet to find nothing but ashes and humiliation.
You sadly walk through the large glass doors to be embraced by the cold, hard, conclusion of seduction and temptation.
on My First Work.