Days

If the sun doesn't set does it count as a day?

Still tired of the same.

If an issue is used up, 

does the problem become redundant?

Dependent on individual assumption,

I imagine creativity clashed with tedious peace. 

Can't fathom diversity is farther spaced,

than when I sit cross-legged listening to racist debates.

If imagination sanctioned grants carnal satisfaction...

Why does the brain work this way? 

Am I a play-thing dead to the acceptance of acceptable retreat?

Please grant me the strength to stand on my own two feet,

against catches in spirit I lay stranded in my own way. 

Lessons, stamped in split-speak,

a day ends as night dreams

Author's Note

Enjoy... Or don't!

Reviews

[schlanks]

Honestly amazed that a piece of writing so elegant can be born from the hopelessness and exhaustion through which our system drags us. Always love reading poems that express things that feel like they're beyond words at this point. Shakes the complacency a little.

[apennylate]

Thank you, Lanks, appreciated!
I definitely feel fairly exhausted from the strain of a system designed to subjugate destroy and monetize my dreams.
Always shake!

[Brandy]

Smiling at your note. : )
I did enjoy reading this.

' a day ends as night dreams. '
In some strange way, this makes sense.

Your thoughts are clever and creative. : )

[apennylate]

Thank you, Brandy! Dreams happen while asleep, which usually happens at night, and night happens after day.
So you are right, I guess it does make sense in a strange way...

[andrew mitchell]

Thoroughly enjoyed. A macabre write in a way which is a style I like to ponder on.

[apennylate]

Thank you, Andrew, and yes...
I tend to lean towards dark, as even light does not fare so well without it

[Davidgeo]

I don't think there are lessons. The world tries to kill you and if you survive, you make it to the next round when the world tries to kill you again.... and again

and again...

I guess that's the lesson... avoid getting killed when you can... some might call that evolution. Things live longer that way. Existence is a fist fight with the maladaptive.

[apennylate]

Thank you for the comment, it is appreciated, and yes... I have somewhat the same thoughts, existence is an ever evolving arms race.
Drones, social media, mega corps...
I still prefer sitting on the grass to extortion and war, but meh.
I ain't in charge.

[Davidgeo]

Animals are supposed to sit on the grass for the most part. A lot of humans are really bad at being humans.

[Sami Khalil]

Your sun is shining bright over the poetry world. Then at night, you dream those nice dreams. I enjoy questions asked by the author; makes us think.

[apennylate]

Thanks muchly.
That is very kind of you to say, Sami, I assure you though...
The dreams are anything but nice.
I am glad to have sparked thoughts in such a gifted writer as yourself.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So kind of you. You too are gifted in your own way. Thank you kindly for sharing your thoughts and experiences with us.

[berenongur]

wow honestly i didn't know i would feel a poem this much in my soul and brain. a perfect poem i absolutely loved it i need to check out your other poems

[apennylate]

Thanks!
Soul and brain, what a difficult construct of connection

[Arundass TP]

There are places wher sun never sets for months.....really nicely written poem. I am thinking

[apennylate]

Like Alaska!
Thanks for the nicely written comment, appreciated

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes it feels we are just puppets and there is someone pulling the strings....we have no control.
This is such a clever piece of writing...I get happy when creativity clashes with my tedious peace.
j.

[apennylate]

I am glad you liked it, J, thanks for the shared enthusiasm over questionable inspiration

[Tatenda Chivhondo]

The poem is brilliant,l enjoyed reading it.

[apennylate]

A brilliant thank you, appreciated