What a Splendid Mess

Behold, Gannicus! (Taken with instagram)

One starry night on silent streets

You and I, alone in a world full of people

We said nothing but heard everything

And time stood still

An eternity in a single moment

Prying eyes fixed on us and missed by us

Only my eyes, only your eyes

Knowledge, understanding that this moment is not infinite

It will pass by in a silent stream of color

An ancient wisp of cloud

The sound of a distant river roaring it’s solemn dreams into the heavens

A soft dream of what was had and what we now hold

One from two, giving no thought to the past or future

Now is the sublime, Now is the truth, Now is who we are

You realize me in this fleeting instant better than myself. And I, you

Given this lapse, our lives are useless if not for our single frame

The foreseen a blur of despair absent the sovereign rule of present company

So unrelentingly hopeless our lives appear

yet every niche of the cosmos screams

“This is your purpose. Lives are lost for this; lives are won by this”

Such perfection is only present in most dire of circumstance

Mortal, temporary, beautiful, gone in a blink

Yet this is discerning reason

A flicker

Burning for now, 

a whisper all too soon

A means worth the end.

-Bryce D. Orzalli

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To whom (besides myself) it may concern,

I have no idea what the hell I am doing. I wake up and start the day unemployed at four in the afternoon, and end up staying awake till ten o’clock in the morning because of it. My motivations are few other than things that don’t really seem to matter,  at least to others. I want to make music but I’m not very good at writing lyrics, I sing well enough, but I sometimes wonder if that will suffice in the end. Sometimes, I feel like my voice is really the only thing I have going for me. 

I don’t have a significant other of any sort, or anyone that even seems interested in me. I’m the kind of guy that looks good on paper, but for some reason ends up being the awesome friend to girls that I find myself drawn to in a romantic way. Part of the problem could be that I tend not to take an alpha-male, overbearing approach to being together. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not a socially awkward quiet type either. I am very social, I do fun thing and people enjoy being around me for the most part. It all points back to a lack of motivation really. It never ceases to amaze me that I can care about something so deeply and yet not strive for it with the same  passion as I desire it.

Yet there is something inside me that is sickeningly optimistic. Maybe its simply one of the many marks of my generation; want something badly enough an start to believe It is deserved. I could be wrong of course, about everything. There could be a god, and maybe the nagging suspicion that everything will turn in my favor is really some divine providence, a holistic scheme that ends in my fortune. The possibility that this is true terrifies me because on the off chance that logic is useless, my Earthly battles won will mean nothing and would indicate the futility of action. Then possibly, that is the soil from which my notion of future success stems; the lack of worry that life will turn out right could truly be the possibility that there isn’t another way it could go. Will everything work out in the end.?

In reality everyone needs pride, or at least something about yourself that you’re proud of.  Without the feeling that you have something to offer, self worth and respect turns to self loathing and doubt. Just remember, never surrender, because even when nobody else believes you have the makings of greatness in you, all it takes is you to believe in yourself.

In constant search for truth,

Bryce Dale Orzalli

hoxe:

Ocean Landscape Wave by ►CubaGallery on Flickr.

           What is it that defines our generation? We have no “Great war” no massive tragedy from which we’ve struggled to recover. We are a generation of angry kids with nothing to be angry at but ourselves. We’ve grown up in loving homes with good families but feel the pull to action that is no longer needed. Love, honor, glory; all abstract concepts in a society of people grown stagnant in their peaceful, successful comfort. The world has become too perfect. Too many “quick fixes” and cures have been found or invented for a vast number of problems real or otherwise. Drama has taken hold of our society, and not in the beautiful, escapist, Shakespearian sense, but in the mindless droning of popular icons. We pay to watch people be people because our own lives lead nowhere but to a six-by-six cubicle on the fourteenth floor of an office in the middle of a city with claims of the world best coffee, pancakes, beer… But what we don’t realize, is that our lives now are what the people of the past fought for, the Utopia they could only dream about. We develop incredible machines, discover food sources blend new flavors of boundless food, far exceeding our forefather’s highest hope or wish. And yet we squander our new livelihood on entertainment, vanity, and high octane food that would’ve kept your great-great-great-great grandfather from the need to eat for a week, boldly venturing forth to discover the “deal of the day” at our favorite burger joint. It is sickening how we groan at our perfection. There are no great men or women of our time. Nobody’s name will ring throughout the ages. There is no call to greatness anymore. So what is it that defines our generation? It is the lack of necessity. It is the feeling that the world owes us something. It is the belief that wanting something badly enough means that you deserve it. It is the realization that the easy lifestyle of comfort isn’t what will fulfill our emptiness. It is the craving for imperfection.

Heavens no. Hell Yeah.

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