Strength Versus Power
Maybe the grass is greener on the other side; but what if you found by the time you were done fighting to attain the other side, the grass would be scorched to dirt, along with the grass you left behind? Would you still be so eager to cross the line, to chase the dream, if you knew the outcome wasn’t going to be what you desired?
Strength Vs. Power
We’re only ever chasing a dream. Once hope—that little bird—has flown away, it is never any less gone.
Power would have us bid the plucky little chap good riddance as he flies off into the darkness. Power would have us fill the emptiness by devouring the horizon.
Strength bids our feathered friend farewell, sincerely desiring he will find a better perch in a brighter soul. Only thus does hope survive and thrive, a stalwart of immortal rejuvenation.
Strength is free to wander the dark valleys of the underworld. Strength is Hades, shedding the mask of Dionysus and turning away… turning away from the festive futility with a smile, happy to leave the throes of ecstasy to those souls predisposed to bliss.
The bird is the Owl of Athena, who whispers to Her ears the story of the lonely soul who refused to become just another empty (w)hole.
Only thus does hope become wisdom, for the bird returns to comfort the wanderer and impart the blessing of Athena.
StrengthVPower
Thoroughly perpetuated.
Searching for an escape
From the roles we stage,
Gorged with regurgitated
Flavorless outrage.
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Socially programmed
Defenseless mechanism.
Information crammed
Into the hollow space
Exposed by the schism
That ever haunts the human race.
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There is no way out.
Find a way through instead.
Powerful self-doubt
Strengthens us, sets us free
From the existential dread
That blossoms into reverie…
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No one can feel the end
But it’s coming, it’s coming again.
Witness the cycle as it’s repeating,
Beginning again…
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No one can feel the end, feel the end
As it’s beginning again, beginning again…
No one can feel the end, feel the end
As it’s repeating again, repeating again…
Strength
Emptiness cannot swallow emptiness.
Power passes through, and moves on, restlessly, ceaselessly devouring.
Strength remains to tell the tale of the little bird to anyone who is willing to listen. Thus does Athena disguise herself to separate the fools from the villains.
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There are no heroes,
Only villains and fools,
For it is the villain
Who plays the hero
To use the people as tools.
But let us not fret,
For in this truth hope lies:
To the machinations
Of deceiving evil
The fool may yet become wise.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Oooo, stalwart, I learned a new word from you today. I really loved the line, "emptiness cannot swallow emptiness"!
"For it is the villain Who plays the hero To use the people as tools."~ C. Rommial Butler ( reminds me of the arses in the government's wealthiest britches! You are talented; stay true to you!)