Been consumed
biting down on experimentalism
and studying arts,
but not denying I'm feeling like wasted poetry,
and also in the process of discovering my nocturnal philosophy
analysing internal truths
and erasing what I gather to be blatant falsehoods -
I am a primitive being
and deliberately conscious
of the science surrounding my psychology,
but very unpredictable and intentional
much like the weather
always reflecting on hope and fear
and the multitude of realism I dwell on
so often ~~
I am perplexed
by the constant dilemma of mundane living
& plagued with the never-ending nightmare
of death and the inevitable,
to the xtreme point
that the very thoughts have overwhelmed my soul
in a kind of religious way,
and I transcend everything else completely
but I believe in the concept of the future,
the prospect of change, and being willing
So much so that this belief has diffused like seasmoke
and it's beyond my control
like a red shark mouth in dark waters,
which has infected my domestic life
So we now live
symbiotically unhappy like an addict
and I've to accept the silver linings like growing wisdom
even the hypothetical(s) and the endless variables,
and hope instead of succumbing to the fear I dread
I comprehend
and I've made as much sense as I can of it
now.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 20th, 2020 18:00
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
You've done a nice job of describing those complex, perplexing emotion-thoughts that are--must be--what those with a religious belief experience. Working out one's own synthesis of all the overwhelming data... pain, loss, hope, success, fear, the big shadows like death, the small things like mundane pleasures and chores, that "nocturnal philosophy" that fills one's head late at night, staring at the ceiling in bed or wandering the deserted streets. Growing wisdom is what we hope we are experiencing, but you nailed it with "symbiotically unhappy like an addict." Your thoughts are your deepest pleasure, yet they are your worst habit. I bet I will have trouble sleeping tonight. PS Hope you are recovered from your recent mishap.
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Meant to respond to your last comment on the 14th on my poem Purple but thought that so many days had passed since I had published it, and I had to wait a week before I could get wifi again since the fire had melted the wires. Also, I don\\\'t like to post on here using my iphone. But I\\\'m okay now except from the fact I\\\'m paranoid to sleep at night. Although I\\\'m back in my house and I\\\'ve re-painted and decorated. Thankfully I didn\\\'t lose too much from the fire itself, but more from smoke damage and the soot. Anyway it wasn\\\'t a lame concern since the first thing I done after I called 999 was pack my most valuable possessions and electronic devices into a suitcase which I took with me, and that included the laptop which contains most of my poems, and several handwritten collections (which was one of my main priorities). LOL, call me vain but I have six years worth of poetry amounting to thousands, which would have been ......... if I had lost it. Likewise, hope you're well and get a good night sleep.
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