It's All just Buried Lies

I'm sinking

 

letting this pool

of ever

winding

anomalies cloud

my vision

 

Images

wave and crumble

as I'm

reeling, blazing

down a path of

emptiness and contradictions

 

No one can see

my eyes stained

the color of

disillusion and tangerine

 

I'm blowing as the the wind blows

chanting hymns

from long ago

as my body

blazes,

fueled

by the forces

that surround

me

have engulfed

me

in their

every day fumes

 

Voices, music, cars passing by,

my mind flicks

and evaporates.

 

leaving nothing behind.

 

There is a place,

its no where

 

it doesn't exist

 

and I'm entering this world as a grain,

a simple seed

in the sand,

to be reminded again,

that I am a pale

reflection

of nothing.

 

I'm casting stones

in the dust

My body

rusts,

I tried to open

my eyes

but they faded

away.

I don't know who

I am
but

I am

here to stay.

 

Existence

 

never had a meaning,

 

when god was born

and formed,

extricated from the vast illusion

He was conceived in a mirror,

plated on granite

slabs of dark matter

infused contusions

And he is still asking the question,

what has

my father engraved

within my heart,

my DNA.

The meaning doesn't

matter

when there can

never

be an answer.

Reviews

[Liz]

For me, this is one of those poems that I don't really understand but at the same time, I totally get it. If that makes any sense. When I read it, I feel like I've felt the same way many times before. The line "I'm blowing as the the wind blows" I really felt I could relate to. Once again, this is a lovely write, as usual.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is so good. You took me with you in the words in many directions. For every question. It seem the answers causes more questions. I like the language in the poem.
"Images
wave and crumble
as I'm
reeling, blazing
down a path of
emptiness and contradictions"
A very good ending to a excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[KL]

I love the fragmented format of this poem, it symbolizes the broken thoughts and confusion of who we actually are, where we're going, and why we're here... lots of dark, beautiful description here that really capitalizes on a stream of thoughts as opposed to images or a story. What the f**k is reality, man?! Great writing!

[Ruth]

There are many illusions that surround us all, this is a great poem, love, never stop questioning! For what is not seen or thought of being in the grasp, can be if we envision it so!
Wonderful work, love it!
xx

[M.Kilani]

why question what we inherited along with our DNA, why question existence, moreover why question history !!
"History exists no more, no matter how good it was, there is a future to create much better days, no matter how bad it was you can always have a new start."
And life is to be lived not questioned, as you dig deeper to find the truth you slowly bury your own soul ... all to find that life is worthless, yet living is!!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is beautiful critical thought . It is always a pleasure to see
someone on their own quest for the truth. I hope you find what
the answers you are looking for. Sometimes it is difficult to even
begin to decide on where to start because of the conflicts of what
we know setting in as we mature. Great Job!

[emily joe]

I'm gonna go ahead and say that I don't understand this at all. I loved it, nonetheless. And it thoroughly intrigued me. I'm saving this in my documents and coming back to this on a day that I have time. I want to analyze this, and get to the bottom of it. Excellent work.

[Crinkle°]

hello hello. Your poem has touched me cos I feel or have felt what you've written; I know what it means. Great work.

[Omar Fendri]

so, to be honest i didn't understand it clearly, but I enjoy it, that's for sure. I love the way you pull words together to create such pleasant poem.
I don't adore the last stanza that much (i'm Muslim) but the stanza before the last one is fabulous ... wow (I'm casting stones in the dust, my body rusts, i tried to open my eyes ... wow : That's like a lyrics of Gothic song and i'm a fan of Gothic rock :)
well-done
another perfect poem from you

[William]

I can honestly say I absolutely enjoyed this poem. :3 Every bit of it. The ending is definitely the strongest part, and it wraps everything up very nicely.

[Kelley]

This one was deep Moonflower. I like the last two stanzas the best.
We never know what lays a head of us do we.

Great write thanks for sharing.

Kelley