Self actualization materialized
like ghost that came back to haunt me!
Figurative silver lining gleaned
from hyperawareness encompassing
great proportion of my existence.
Agonizing enlightenment points
to realization sweeping across avast arc
(nemesis) analogous as dark shadows
from outer limits of twilight zone.
Plethora psychological woes
(cleaving corporeal essence
of yours truly unabated since birth
till present) came into stark focus,
perhaps in combination with mortality,
mental health counseling, and meditation.
Early onset disabling anxiety
undermined joie de vivre!
Samson reborn within
brand name garden variety
twenty first century Homo sapien
hirsute trademark characteristic
electrified, empowered, enamored
mirrored reflection validated
once substantial flowing luscious tresses
(now thinly considerably, though
male pattern hair loss not dominant,
justifiable to declare casus belli – ha)
superseded body, mind, and spirit triage
prioritized as most significant
constituent essence passively
potently, pronouncedly exemplified
analogous to declaration of independence
against parental United Kingdom
first impression evoked
heavy metal musician,
this then skinny prepubescent lad
who doth sing a poor
Auld Lang Syne tune
easily mistaken androgynous
long haired pencil necked geek
weathered cruel barbs
harriedly styled swiftly tailored
disproportionately relegated hirsute
feature length non "FAKE"
real McCoy adorning
all important then Hatfield resident
effectively far fetched
gloating prized hair him,
despite primitive diatribes
courtesy loving "mom,"
she did vociferously inveigh
vouchsafed to schtup
ample legal tender,
all to no avail
then authoritarian, militarian née
totalitarian tactics resorted,
I lacked chutzpah to vent anger,
plus self confidence
to vamoose voluntarily negligible,
unnecessary insufferable expletives
out the mouth of she...,
who birthed sole son
passively resistantly intractable
demure, meek, resilient...
even decades later
vicious verbal lashings
brutal browbeating
still affect me
analogous black barbs
(as if shot from a beebee gun)
digging deep into psyche
diminution allotted thinning hair
absent male pattern baldness...,
I surmise to attribute
senescence as the culprit,
hence endless search for
the fountain of youth.
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Genius!
you're so talented, dear Poet
so much 'meaningful' knowledge
thank you for choosing to share
(from Rustum to Samson
we remember the heroes
they waxed lyrical about
forgetting Gilgamesh was a menace
before Enkidu, came to knock
some sense into him..
and thus we too, strive for an ideal
of a perfect, that was myth
even in antiquity's heydays
'Early onset disabling anxiety
undermined joie de vivre!'
still,
we are but fallible flesh n blood
our stories have yet to be glorified
by that fantasy of inked poetic ideal
a mirage of existential, worth
dreamed into existence by wishful
boy's, trapped in old age's
wrinkled skin of incessant, woes
'superseded body, mind, and spirit triage'
'potently, pronouncedly exemplified
analogous to declaration of independence;
we learn to study self, just
to assimilate ourselves
within that collective herd
rock n roll, dreams
till life begins its medicine
of debilitating body blows
as cure to our cloud, perspectives
Icarus be damned
most of us fall, before daring to leap
we hurdle minutes, not obstructions
screaming matches with parents
for us lucky enough, to have one
let alone both, alive healthy
and not yet deprived of their sanity
only, an hour later
we seldom remember what had so agitated
irritated, from that first screech of birth
annoyed, intuitively knowing we were safer
in that womb of Plato's cave
so now comes, reality
and all its iridescent horrors
'I surmise to attribute
senescence as the culprit,
hence endless search for
the fountain of youth.'
a disguise of enlightenment
within a regression to a youth
we forget as being
our life's truly erratic era
of caged chaos, salvaged
by those random glimpsed mercies
of kindness, a status
as dependant, on others
we could barely, comprehend
and the we graduate, learn to fit-in
singing
'Auld Lang Syne tune
easily mistaken androgynous'
forgetting it was a poem, first
just like that
'Star spangled banner'
we put a hand on a wilting heartbeat's
chest
and scream out that herd, alliance
as our defiance
our reluctance, to give up
on that mythological tradition
allowing ourselves, that white lie
where posterity or progeny
afford us a hope of eternity...)
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