Heres Estrella

More Stars than There are

Tag: work

4 A.M.

Early dawn birds remain unawakened;
night-prawl creatures resigned to slumber—

your Eyes are afraid
to shut themselves,

Lest you cease to
Stay Alive.

it certainly isn’t true, but
it’s nice to pinch ourselves
a little harder now and then,

and to Imagine
all of One’s Life glorified
in a single,
Victorious Instant.

For Our Soft Wrists and Brittle Faces

How cruelly did Youth
Dare us to dream so frivolously,
That every burger we flipped,
Every broom we pushed—
Every petty tip waged to our once
Or still hungry pockets,

Dimmed our Brilliance into
Barely containable and feigned
Smiles, veiled behind which lay
Heaps of deferred aspirations?

And are We so hypnotized to confide
In this modern, fast-forward dreaming,
That the weight of Hammer
and Chisel became too much to bear,
Too much of  a nuisance,
Unwilling burden
For our unwieldy wrists?

Or is it simply too much a shame
For our extensively kept faces?

.

Long ago, in a pre-man age
Championed by the gods and creators
Who lived under cosmic rifts and divides,

Among them, a tiny yet miraculous notion
Was suddenly conceived—
Like the cataclysm bringing forth
An all new Philosophy and Faith—

A race of thinking, civilized, even
Highly intellectual beings
Whose core conviction sang: 

“We are born to Dream,
To Work, and Sweat
Not as obligated labor,
But as Our birthright 
To keep our too often wandering
Souls Pure and Intact!”

.

We now sit in wonder,

“Who were They?
A People who proclaimed themselves
Through endless Shame
And its complementary Glory,
Mankind? ”

 

Hard Night’s Dawn

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Connotations of Work

“No, I don’t like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work, the chance to find yourself; your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.”

—Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness.