Zeus' Palatial Blog

I’ve been very busy the last few days and right now don’t feel like coming up with a totally inspiring post. Instead I bring to you another past Spontaneous Ink.

The World and I

The World is in counseling to deal with its problems. Pieces of the whole are rejecting one another and each is trying to remove the disease that is perceived. Medications with fancy names are prescribed, on top of Prozac, to help speed along the amnesia that forgets the pain. False feelings, hopes, and dreams arise from deep within the medicated stupor only to be ravenously devoured by the World’s most parasitic infestations. With its day in tatters the World turns to its vault of pills once more. But I reach out to still its shaking hands. Looks of confusion and suspicion cross its face as it fails to recognize the genuine warmth of a friend. It has been too long since the World was last embraced by love and, in saying, I put my arm around it. Tears begin to streak its face as I lend an ear to the World’s heart, and the World leans on my shoulder as we turn to walk away from the pills. A World that was false now begins to beam as it realizes the truth that even through all the despair there are friends and there is love. And there will always be my ears to listen and my shoulder to lean, or cry on.
~Zeus ©1999

I happened to be scheduled for an appointment this morning. So, there I am at roughly 0930 walking around a field tracing out energy lines whilst I wait and wondering to myself how many people would do what I do in -23C weather (before windchill)? Not that I haven’t had this sort of thought before of course just that when the temperature drops it tends to get my old mind rolling over again. At any rate it occurred to me that I had written about this sort of situation a couple years ago in a Spontaneous Ink and I thought I’d dig it up and share it with you.

Unnamed Love

With the bitter wind ripping into you every move is an exercise in agony. Your breaths are short and shallow with each inhale frigidly filling your chest with ice. No one should be forced to endure such hardship; however you’re here with a purpose. As you scan the frozen landscape you can see that in the distance even the trees are bowed over in pain, and the clearing around you is devoid of life. For the moment it is just you, the snow, the ice, and one unhappy Mother Nature. Checking your watch you see, through its iced face, there are five minutes to go, which is just enough time to ready yourself. A thought crosses your mind that brings a wry smile to your face, or would if the temperature would allow it. Only the warmth of love could bring you to such an artic locale. You sacrifice normality for the love you feel even though you rarely receive that love in turn. You know that love of an individual couldn’t pry you out of your safe, warm home and take you to the ends of the Earth. Only your love of the World could possibly persuade you to do what you do.
~Zeus ©2003

Since it is happily snowing outside and covering everything with another 15-20cm of snow (6-8 in) I thought that I’d dust off another old writing that happens to have something to do with snow.  Enjoy!

Snow Wars

Under the electric buzzing of the parking lot lights the snow falls softly, sparkling as it makes its way to the ground. Do the flakes of snow know what is in store for them when they hit the heated windows of my car? Have they been briefed of the situation? Are they bravely falling on in hopes that it won’t happen to them, or blindly following orders marching to their doom? And here I sit somewhat filled with guilt as I blatantly murder thousands upon thousands of pure and innocent snowflakes with my fully powered defrost. I see each flake hit the window and try to hang on in vain before I melt its body and watch its liquidized form join that of its murdered friends as they flow down the glass. But they’ll rise again, I know they will because they do reform and regroup. And they’ll attack me again perhaps when the car sits idle and the will cover it and overtake it to win the war. A battle waged by innocent looking flakes of snow against warmth and heat. “Wage on,” I say, for this fight I will not lose and I gleefully turn the defrost up one more notch.
~Zeus ©2003

As I was searching through my servers I found some of my older writings that once graced my personal website. Though I haven’t had a personal site in years I still have my old “spontaneous ink” work. I actually still write from time to time when I’m inspired. Perhaps I’ll share pieces as space allows.

~~~~A Call to Friendship by Zeus~~~~
Mysteries of life unraveling before my eyes, and yet not everyone can see them. It doesn’t seem to be because they aren’t there to see just that others don’t believe. And yet, with that said, there are those that do believe as they sit on their park benches feeding the birds. Why the sky is blue, when the winter comes, or how the beginning of a life will eventually have an end. There are people that believe nothing until it is proven, and those that believe only in faith; conspiracy theorists, theologists, psychics, and scientists. Some people still believe that man hasn’t walked on the moon or created cures to diseases that have plagued the ages. Some people do not believe in a higher power, a God if you will. Now here is where I say that none of these ideals is wrong or totally untrue but all are inherently flawed. There is, and most likely will never be, a way to prove one existence over another. So I say let go of the evolutionary ideas your ancestors learned while still lemurs, or unstick yourself from creationism. What rings as true is that we’re here now and like it or not we have to work together. With the realization that humans are untrusting of those that have different customs, cultures and beliefs we must put aside our inbred fears grasp onto Pandora’s hope and become one. Not one person with one idea, but a group of individuals working together towards the betterment of ourselves. In closing put down your defensive nature and accept your neighbour regardless of who they may be.
(c)1999