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JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

0 posted 2013-05-17 06:02 PM

Hope?
Hope is the final evil!
The final reward of the dead:
To die no more.
Where death is
I am not
Where I am
Death is not
Why worry?
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings
Always darker
Emptier and simpler
No one ever dies of fatal truths
There are too many antidotes
(Too many books written about it)
What good is a book
That does not carry us beyond all books?
What is the seal of liberation?
No long(er) being ashamed in front of oneself
Just as bones
Flesh, intestines and blood vessels
Are enclosed in skin
That makes the sight of man endurable
So the agitations and passions of the soul
Are enveloped in vanity
It is the skin of the soul
(The soul)
It is necessary to free oneself
From public morality
In order to live morally
We have a wish not to die
A wish for the everlastingly bloated nipple
We have labeled God!
Obstinately, (we) cling to something
We have come to see through
We calls it faithfulness
(Become we are who we are)
Despair is the (ultimate)
Price one pays for self-awareness
Look deeply into life
You will always find despair.
(Especially in the night)
We choke on night-dread
(Things happen in the night)
(Sensual things)
(Sensuality can be the hounds of the night)
(That nip at our heels!)
(How nicely these hounds know how to beg)
For a piece of spirit when denied a piece of meat
Suddenly we understand
Life's most obvious fact
That time is irreversible,
That our life is running out
Of course we knew that before
But knowing it at forty
Is a different kind of knowing
We are in lockstep with all other men
Marching toward death
We learn that death approaches us
That we are impotent
And insignificant
That life has no real purpose or value
We never grow
We never shed our first skin
(until he was in his seventies. Too late. Too, too late!)
(Shedding our first skin is like magic)
Magic requires darkness and mystery.
We desire that magic of love
(Sometimes we are)
more in love with desire
Than with the desired
The key to living well
is to will that which is necessary
and love that which is willed
(But beware)
(We all have beasts roaming in our cellars)

©May 12, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton

~*~ PMS jokes aren't funny, period. ~*~

[This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (05-18-2013 05:56 PM).]

chourouk
Member

since 2012-05-29

Posts 52

1 posted 2013-05-18 08:52 AM

with HOPE,one can think,one can work,one can dream.
If you have HOPE you have everything.

your poems make me feel comfortable so,i'll read to you a lot.

Thank you

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2013-05-18 09:02 AM

I thank you for reading and coming away from my poem with a positive attitude, chourouk. It is very much appreciated.

~*~ PMS jokes aren't funny, period. ~*~

EmmaRose
Senior Member

since 2011-03-02

Posts 1376
Midwest

3 posted 2013-05-20 08:29 AM

Make friends with the beasts

life will be nicer

liking your contemplations here, giving me my own contemplations, sugarcoating and all

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

4 posted 2013-05-20 11:07 AM

Yep, the beasts can be made more friendly, EmmaRose, that I know. Sugar coating is one way of doing it. Thanks for your input.

~*~ PMS jokes aren't funny, period. ~*~

Lighthousebob
Member Elite

since 2000-06-14

Posts 4725
California

5 posted 2013-05-22 02:24 PM

I felt like this is one of those poems that a person's gotta give a bit more attention to in order to let it sink in, sink way in because it comes from some deeper wells of expression, life experienced, wisdom gained. A lot of gold nuggets shared in this one. Enjoyed!

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

6 posted 2013-05-22 02:31 PM

Yeah, Bob I had a lot going in inside of me the day I wrote this poem. Every so often my words might not have made sense to the reader, but they did me, big time, so there they are. Thank you for giving it a whirl, friend.

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Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

7 posted 2013-05-22 04:34 PM

I find it fasinating when you write like this. You offer mysterious nuggets of gold.

Lori

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

8 posted 2013-05-22 04:51 PM

Hi Lori, I thank you for you complimentary thoughts.

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