Open Poetry #12 |
Reflections on existence (revised) |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
January fifteenth. I’m home-sick for Autumn. I sit by the desk and out of boredom, reflect on existence, on being immortal, on God, which I’m lacking, and on God which is present. The latter -- my own creation, the former I have destructed. Imagination has led me to have a long conversation with the conscience that flows in my blood. “Religion is the opium of the people!” If that’s so, then how come the peep hole is not wide enough for the needle,-- and by “needle” I mean a warm ray. Not to say that I have a lot to offer, but I welcomed the Holy Spirit often,-- every day, I left all the windows opened, no one came and now, some say I’m unholy. I’ve read many sermons, many hymns and gospels and now I’m certain that I’m with Nietzsche, that life’s a burden. If I was God, I would also abandon my creation and leave it to spin in orbit. I’d hide my trail and take the forfeit,-- who wants to play king when life is morbid? But I don’t have faith because I stand on my own two feet and that is quenching, I despise afterlife and the idea of aging, and what’s more I just hate changing in order to be labeled by others as “right”. If others jumped off a bridge, I wouldn’t follow I choose not to believe in death,-- it’s hollow and not because “it’s too much to swallow,” but because there’s nothing to bite. I find my release in mere existence,-- the alarm clock resounds to start up my pistons and no matter how short or long a distance, I travel gladly. What can I say? I love living and that’s why the question that bothered Hamlet, does not give me headaches. I happened therefore I am. For breakfast, I love the omelet,-- and the lack of such pleasures leaves me grieving. But overall, I can’t say that life treated me badly,-- I have a great family and I am madly in love,-- even my neighbors are friendly, at least they act so. Could life be better?! I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth,-- and I’m thankful for that. I’ve done well without any help from a God, which makes me proud. And I firmly believe that tomorrow, no matter what may occur, I’ll awake in my bed on January sixteenth and I’ll extend my arm to turn off the alarm on the stand. I’ll get up and the day will follow exactly the same old routine as the day before it. The night will reflect the night that bore it. There’s a pattern to life and therefore, to me, immortality seems to be likely. What’s the purpose of life if it’s eternal?— to make all external become internal and of course vice-versa, to keep a journal, to search for beauty, to search for purpose,-- to be!—it’s all so simple. The rest will fall into place, as it must in nature. Each soul will find its object of worship. And after all, the dust will settle and truth will surface and it’s all so simple... ------------------ Check out more of my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master [This message has been edited by Master (edited 01-17-2001).] |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
comments/suggestions? |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
absolutely brilliant. we are on the same path, but the way you read the road signs is much different... intriguing. i am in awe (your posts always do that...). Life is a party. Enjoy the punch, turn up the volume, and make it memorable. |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Master, I gotta tell ya this was intense... I enjoyed the read and I applaud you for the expression you have penned... Thank you... *~coco~* |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you both, Ethan, thank you! What a compliment! I'm still working on this one, so check back later... Coco, thanx! I'm glad you enjoyed it! |
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krysalis Junior Member
since 2000-11-22
Posts 22 |
WHOA!!!!! and WOW!!!! The depth of thought in this piece is SUPERB! Wonderfully written, it takes the reader right into the thought waves of the writer... taking them by the hand and leading them through the mind. GREAT JOB!!!!! |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! |
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