Inaction Is Not An Option!

Inaction Is Not An Option!

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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'Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.' - Albert Einstein

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Inaction Is Not An Option 




Come,

Take hold my hand,

I will guide you across

This pyrite barbed labyrinth of perplexity,

And lead us onto byzantine levels of space-time happenstances.

 

Moreover,

As we overcome adversities,

A diurnal of newly defined consciousness

Will entwine our transference of actuality, hearts and minds

Until we reach that place of promised reverie and aspirations.

 

Now,

We must act quickly,

For even eternity is too short a time,

Compared to the enormity of loss, we might let slip

If you contemplate a hesitation and do not take my hand.

 

 

© 2017 Phill Oz O'fee


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This write is for the deep minded ONLY... it pulls out a cynical side of me that just laughs and laughs... I know all too well where so many well-minded individuals spend their moments...their thoughts-- and how into ruts they are-- The common person simply forced to "drone" on in the land of "numb" ... This piece is unfathomable for them. So, here I am, reading it, and I am moved, taken out of the common arena that much farther, and to think that I could be missing out on eternity???? It just hits me square between the eyes. Thank you for the ponder Phil!
~Lorraiyne

Posted 16 Years Ago


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How hopeful, like a Light in shining armor. Just lovely, philisophical and quite beautiful. Sublime. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


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Yes, we should not take our time in moving on, for time slips away from us all too quickly. I enjoyed this Phill as I do all your work. It is intelligent and powerful in meaning and form. I particularly liked your contradiction on eternity being a short time...very clever.
Cheers,
Helen :-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


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well done, well written and causes the grey matter to kick it up a notch!
Kudos,
Sandra

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Okay, I have to be honest...You have totally lost me, Phill. I don't usually have a problem with your poems, but this one went straight over my head. :-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, very lovely. I love that you use big words noe often used. It makes me think harder, lol. Great piece Phil!

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Very nicely stated, Phill.

-Gabe


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting, Phill. So reading me brings you towards a new creation :). Yes, always quickly, the change might not there be again. Be well. I am reading the Pynchon newest book. There is no other writer who would be so near to my thoughts. Did you ever read?

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Time is a relevant thing that is left to each individual. To some it is now or then, slow or sped up. Sometime, time can come to a stand still or as this says roll by us if we don't grasp the chance...

Posted 16 Years Ago


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a fun read

Posted 16 Years Ago


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"As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain, and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality." I still like pilate's question to Jesus, "What is truth?" great write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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