Emergence

Out of the dark I rise,
Vacillating in the space between dreams.
Consciousness emerges like a wild wind, giving birth to thoughts. 
Thoughts turn to obsession. 
Obsession is consumed.
Obsession consumes everything, until there is nothing. 
Nothing turns dark. 
Out of the dark I rise. 
Vacillating in the space between dreams.

T.C. Engelbrecht 

Memoriam

I traversed the battered landscape of faraway places.

You called upon the nation for volunteers and I raised my hand.

You asked me to leave my home to pursue justice and fight for freedom’s sake.

I said ‘yes, without question.’

I held my family tight as we said goodbye.

You asked me to serve, with blood, sweat, and tears and I did it gladly.

I guarded the edge of the world with rifle in hand.

I stared into the dark, night after night.

I witnessed untold horrors while thinking of the laughter around the dinner table back home.

I missed the sound of our neighbor’s dog barking as I came home from school each day. 

I missed the sound of my mother’s voice as she laid me down to sleep each night.

The smell of my father’s famous barbeque ribs.

My sister’s smile. 

You called upon the nation for volunteers and I raised my hand.

You asked me to leave my home to fight for freedom’s sake.

I said ‘yes, without question.’

You asked me to lay down my life for the good of the nation. 

I did, without question.

In return, all I ask is this…

Remember me.

T. C. Engelbrecht

Immolation of Becoming

Undertones of anxiety interweaves itself into the social fabric.  

Strange vibration causes us to echo through a timeline of superficiality as far back as we can remember.  

A void inside our minds, the empty space which follows us and ripples to the dance of our cravings.  

Cursed to consume until we’ve devoured every unreality in the collective consciousness of human thought.

Thought becomes a prison.

Solitary in a room full of “someones”.  

“Someone” becomes “no one”.  

“No one” stands in the center of the sacred space.  

“No one” has value.  

Value develops “no one”.

“No one” immerges again perceiving itself to be void. 

The void consumes again.   

T.C. Engelbrecht