Materialism 2

Thinking of small places

Ones who don’t find spaces on maps,

Living for small pieces

Of my perception of life.

Is it a small living?

Small distances and indulgences,

Small vision of our time and place,

My philosophical pondering.

I know some people fom small places,

With astute sense of purpose,

Small goals and small roles,

Small life with a purpose.

I scoffed at the ignorance,

Of people from small places,

Searching for deeper designs,

Hunting for greater intellect.

A tale of a bygone time,

In 32nd year of life,

I zoom in on maps,

Find the names and images,

Of small places and their stories,

Seeking inspiration in their subsisting,

Seeking easy answers and small reasons, 

For existing.

Materialism 1

Another day in the drudge,
Another moment of pondering,
About these materialistic urges,
The ephemeral sense of owning,
Everything inconsequential.

I am like a phoenix egg,
My possessions are resin,
They make me feel beautiful,
Like woodturning,
This egg will never hatch.

But folly is also a remedy,
For life with no goal,
Nothing out of the ordinary,
In synthetic dreams and faux obstacles,
The classic materialism spiral.

This moment of epiphany,
Churns myriad historical aches,
A glimpse through the entanglement,
The profound walls of superficial waste,
Protects the man of lacking heart.