Extinquished.

I can't find the meaning

Where is the meaning in all of this,
the truth?
Please, please tell me
what you are saying, doing,
saying

Implicating

None of the words make sense,
nor form together
strung into pearl like sentences
that cannot
exist

It all seems to be a dream
in another
empty, space-less reality

And blue tinted lights,
blink in the offset
bureau drawers

Exemplary

 I find the world is
beating, repeating
[breathing]
humming with the sounds

we all ignore

Simple faces that
exaggerate

Come defeated
to my door

I found the excreted pieces
of impulses cemented
to the floor

and now I just don't believe
in anything any more

Author's Note

Recognition, is another form of strange reflection.

Reviews

[Ramiz Ilham Khan]

Please read 'Evolution of Species by the means of Natural Selection.' by Charles Darwin & Lawrence Krauss', 'Something from nothing.'

[Exsanguination]

"I found the excreted pieces
of impulses cemented
to the floor

and now I just don't believe
in anything any more"
...............................................................

"Recognition, is another form of strange reflection."

I can't wrap my fingers around existence, but im sure the purpose is Recognition... I've been focused on the theme lately myself

[Exsanguination]

That last line is one of the most beautiful I've ever read, including Faulkner and Poe.... trust that I wouldnt say that unless I meant it 100

[Hippy]

I enjoyed this and offen ask why myself, some answers i am unsure i will ever find. often it is finding it for yourself kinda thing or even love, not even in the traditional sense but even deeper on some huge level. or it is like making an art of what is your existance. idk, and when i read this i feel you are speaking to someone and i feel it is real, in a way. still idk, but i enjoyed this and it reminded me of one of my favorite movies ( not related in any sense) August Rush. Just this line reminded me though

I find the world is
beating, repeating
[breathing]
humming with the sounds

Which brings be on a very unrelated tangent on how the universe is continually vibrating down to it's tinyest molecule and as we know every vibration produces something that can be perceive as a sound and well maybe the universe is like a gigantic song that god is jamming to. I better stop now, I'm drunk. good poem

[JuniperPearl]

I like your note "Recognition, is another form of strange reflection.". This is very much true and I think you did an excellent job of conveying this in your work. Good job.

[Moonflower]

Thank you so much for the thoughtful review, much appreciated.

[Rouillie Wilkerson]

The essence of ego, looking back onto itself is often surprised by its own reflection. I like this poem. 95 is your rating because I believe one must always leave room for improvement. ^^

[Moonflower]

Thank you for reading. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"and now I just don't believe
in anything any more"
I like the walk you took me with your poem. Hard to truth what we see now a days. I like the short statements and questions create by your poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Moonflower]

Thank you very much, dear

[eglantine]

This poem makes me feel like I am walking down the pier from my hometown, early morning with fog hugging the air like peach fuzz. I know it stretches out before me but I can only see my feet leading me deeper into the moist grey. THanks for sharing

[Moonflower]

and thank you for reading