Outrun

Outrun

A Poem by Evilhappy
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I think all people are different
but I've always had an overactive imagination
inherited phantom guilt that built a cult following
like a genetic indoctrination
they said you can always get the milk for free,
but I want to eat the cow
everybody is looking sort of funny
where is the sheepdog now?

I think God is the Universe, expanding and exploding in waves
but I haven't been to mass in years, and I can't understand why living people need the dead in graves
what is clear is God as a concept is incomprehensible, not a matter of morals or principle
with spears and rifles we've argued our points, armies commanded by holy knaves
mankind faces a Gordian Knot, in his mind an insoluble bind, in truth the frayed ends are loose,
triumph assured, cut it in half and what answers have you got?
A ball of rope to tug of war for, attrition fighting called a truce
he thinks he is free to chase his horizons, but he is not

I think I am tired
but I slept all through the night the other day
come-bye the clock is about face and glaring down
and it seems I am all turned around, for I feel the other way
upside is the sun, downside the moon
so I will join the fleecing in here, peacefully from the policing, soon
will they remember me, from the point of balance I ever seek to walk
tip-toeing, steadily and quietly, for all the heated bleating I talk
will they care for me, as much as they look back, aware of my poor commands
I never could take time, though I had so much, I do grip and fetch with dense matter on my hands
they will not love me, nor should they if they do,
I am penned in where I belong, with every other one of you.

© 2020 Evilhappy


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The questions the speaker is asking and plunging away setting sails on his beliefs hoping it will take him far in this bewilderment that we call life. The line "A ball of rope to tug of war for, attrition fighting called a truce he thinks he is free to chase his horizons, but he is not." Everything we do is a result from being free because we have choice. Yet the lingering battle one feels as long as he lives. The sorrow for one's sins that arises from a motive other than that of the love of God. So many ideas and the powerful violent river of existentialism and questionable laws of the universe. Alan Watts said once " To know that you are God is another way of saying that you feel completely with this universe. You feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it. You feel, in other words, that the whole energy, which expresses itself in the galaxies, is intimate. It is not something to which you are a stranger, but it is that with which you, whatever it is, are intimately bound up. That in your seeing, your hearing, your talking, your thinking, your moving, you express that which it is that moves the sun and other stars." Keep writing really enjoyed. Sincerely your friend in writing and life :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


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The questions the speaker is asking and plunging away setting sails on his beliefs hoping it will take him far in this bewilderment that we call life. The line "A ball of rope to tug of war for, attrition fighting called a truce he thinks he is free to chase his horizons, but he is not." Everything we do is a result from being free because we have choice. Yet the lingering battle one feels as long as he lives. The sorrow for one's sins that arises from a motive other than that of the love of God. So many ideas and the powerful violent river of existentialism and questionable laws of the universe. Alan Watts said once " To know that you are God is another way of saying that you feel completely with this universe. You feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it. You feel, in other words, that the whole energy, which expresses itself in the galaxies, is intimate. It is not something to which you are a stranger, but it is that with which you, whatever it is, are intimately bound up. That in your seeing, your hearing, your talking, your thinking, your moving, you express that which it is that moves the sun and other stars." Keep writing really enjoyed. Sincerely your friend in writing and life :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..

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