Poem: A Beautiful Day

A Beautiful Day by: Scott Barnes
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Gently you hear it, the moans and the cries,
the pain and the torment, of all of your lies.
Louder it grows, more angry the sound,
A piercing scream follows, as I drop to the ground,
The viscera and gore, they cover the dirt,
I laugh and I shout, "but this doesn't hurt,"
As I lay dying, face down in the mud,
My voice gurgling from a throat full of blood,
As the life bubbles out of the hole in my spine,
I continue to scream "I'll be just fine,"
I begin to stand up, half-dead though I rise,
And turn to face you, and look into your eyes,
With a grin and chuckle, still coughing up bile,
"I'm not done with you yet," I say, and I smile,
Your gaze falters slightly, confused and afraid,
As you realize at last the price to be paid,
Removing the knife you carelessly left in my back,
You can't even move to avoid the attack,
Just before the blade connects with the skin,
I halt and I drop it before it sinks in,
Without another word, I turn away,
And walk, and say softly, "have a beautiful day."

Philosophical rambling

Reality is an illusion created to help us conceive things that are impossible to truly understand. Things are never what they appear to be, but they are always exactly what they are perceived to be. Nothing makes sense, but it all connects in mysterious ways to create a fascinating and powerful tapestry of truth we call existence. You can only understand yourself by knowing that you are nothing more than what others perceive you to be, and your misguided beliefs about yourself make you weak. Leave behind the false messiah of your self-image and realize the truth of your being. We are all mistakes of the universe, trying desperately to make something of ourselves, to prove our worth. We are all worthwhile, valuable, and meaningful, if only we could learn to be ourselves instead of just a product of our past. Forget everything you think you know about yourself and the world, and just listen. You'd be surprised just how little you really know. This goes for every wandering soul, mind, and heart that calls itself a human being. No I am not on drugs right now.