Quest

Quest

A Poem by Lucifer Jones
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rambling, run on sentence, question/statement...

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In an approach to life... I believe that we are all on a quest. Searching for connection... searching for contact... not with a God, an eternal parental figure sitting on high waiting to give us a spanking when our time her has ended... not with aliens from the far reaches of a universe that can be as vast as you desire or as limited as the 4 walls of your own imagination... but with each other. I think that most people spend their whole lives searching for the spark of connection with their fellow man... of course the perception of man can be so distorted that they never find it... or they find that what they were looking for isn't what they truly needed. Those that share our air and existence can often also have great fears of what they might find, or what they have found in their search.... hate is born... fear is born... ignorance is born... the refusal to accept, acknowledge or learn is triggered by fear and judgement is born... Father Sun? Mother Earth? What the hell is that... he doesn't think like me... "freak"... "deviant"... "f****t"... and the list goes on and on and on... and then you turn the page to find the list continues... And this can be a disheartening discovery... a tragic contemplation of the end result... that the quest may be in vain... that there is nothing of value to find that the contact and connection you seek doesn't exist. Then the search ceases... the learning never really begins... the irreverent assumption is made that one is superior to another and the 4 walls of the imagination become a mausoleum of decaying dreams and rotten hopes... sadly a door is closed and locked in a place where it never should have existed to begin with. And then when a glimpse is given of the contents revulsion quickly ensues... the spirit is charred and withered... distorted by the lack of light and the ability to grow in fertile soil. The search is what defines us... enables us... makes us Gods... and peasants... not our jobs... not our friends... the quest... the desire... the spark.... Time is a monster stalking us our whole lives... creeping like a snail when we are impatient... and racing like a gazelle when we can't catch our breath... it never quits. And we must follow suit... Never quit... What have you done to continue yours?

© 2014 Lucifer Jones


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Added on April 30, 2008
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Lucifer Jones
Lucifer Jones

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Founder of "The Deviant Coalition" I write the way I speak... Scary, huh? I present my mindless ramblings as I have done in many other forums for years. I don't call it poetry, but that seems to be .. more..

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