Don't Think

Don't Think

A Poem by Mark

I look at the red where life
spills into death.

I feel the sky spill on my closed eyes
nourishing dirt into life.

to live, to die, to feed...

and leaving; live again.

Oh death, your darkness
swallows the light.

I don't have to be blinded
I don't have to be whole
cuz when I feel,
I transcend this robot of meat
and am reminded where I came from.

© 2014 Mark


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I like this poem. I read a story called "Just meat" by Jack London. This poem reminded me of the story. I agree with the poem. Sometimes I feel like a piece of meat. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


The last stanza is deep, good one Mark, as usual I enjoyed reading

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you Cassie :)
Your last line just about blew me off my seat! Woah dude, where did this come from!?

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

I just was thinking about being a body. A friend who is manic/depressive told me she believes her sw.. read more
"I transcend this robot of meat" I might have to plagiarize that one.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

It's all yours buddy :)
A great piece that slams the door and catches in the throat, well done! x

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thanks much Thomas!
Holy cats...where did this one come from Mark? Killer last line...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Jack White.
I transcend this robot of meat and am reminded where I came from. WOW.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thanks TL :)

I don't have to be blinded
I don't have to be whole
cuz when I feel,
I transcend this robot of meat
and am reminded where I came from.

We all need to remember everywhere we came from and they aren't all geographic. Hard hitting piece Mark.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

I believe we exist beyond our bodies. For some odd reason, we choose to blind ourselves and become p.. read more
Now Wichita is getting to you Mark. Must be something them folk puts in that there water. This is a seemingly stark rant against the shallowness of man caught up in the fears of living in this consumer age but it has more depth to it. Loved 'robots of meat' ! This is one of your best.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

I think we are more than our physical selves. Maybe Wichita just brought it out with it's simple Ame.. read more

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