Two Fictions

Each moment we reject a thousand things,
By choosing we reject each other plan,
The fiancée rejects a thousand rings,
Yet it was meant to be, since life began.
Each person can describe an atom’s shape,
We know how stars begin, and planets end,
We learn a thousand truths, our mouths agape,
And yet we cannot fathom living’s end.
We cross the sky in ships of shining steel,
We build tremendous cities filled with light,
We travel to the moon- it seems unreal,
Until we age and fade into the night.
We’re born outdated, aging into youth,
It seems that paradox contains the Truth.
-Tyler William O’Neil
-September 9, 2009

141 Power

The king who reigns atop his golden throne
The sun that wanes is not beneath his hand
Though people may obey his ev’ry tone,
His orders go astray lorn* self command.
What task may be performed, without control?
A grand Construction’s formed from single mind-
True righteousness is gained from focus whole,
And true success is earned through will refined.
The human soul is made of dual song
Flawed instinct’s goal is ever unappeased,
No man has any might, save will is strong,
He must the instinct smite to gain his peace.
And thus the only Man to reign complete
Is he who once began to self defeat.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written February 5, 2007

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