Oh. how I wish

ravings...do not mind me..purging my passion...

 

 

 

 

 

  

Oh, how I wish

I could be such stone in immaculate conservatism

as I ply on my marble like façade from nine to five

not flinching in the face of this existence,

but merely walking through taking it all in

and letting it stream off my contours like

it was all happening to someone else…

no…

I am a liar…

to you and me…

I cannot, nor do I dare even think it,

let alone wish it.

I have seen what this thinking (or non – thinking) does to them.

I would rather be engulfed in an ounce of pure tumultuous waves of passion

in an ocean of mindless sedation then to resign myself

and submit myself to just the everyday lapping of sea shores and sediment

slowly collecting layers on top of layers

until my very soul was a fossil I once dreamed of

instead of flying into the open mists of a raging gale.

No…

I will meet that tempest and fly into it…

for that is living and in my ceasing of being

I can never die…

but if I lie down now belly up…

I would be dead forever!

Author's Note

Throughout my life people have always told me that I think too much. At work I have to compartmentalize those feelings as I deal with a lot of complex emotions...but to be like those that their only care is what sitcom is on that night or a new car every year keeping up with the Jones' seems so peaceful at times...but I could not be that way as my fire and water would surely extinguish and evaporate...so I must find the Peace in what I am and in these bajillion thoughts that course through my soul at any given second...

Reviews

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Never settle for a mediocre, mindless, and loveless life filled with transparent emotions, void of any depth or feeling. That is what this poem says to me.

"I would rather be engulfed in an ounce of pure tumultuous waves of passion
in an ocean of mindless sedation then to resign myself
and submit myself to just the everyday lapping of sea shores and sediment
slowly collecting layers on top of layers
until my very soul was a fossil I once dreamed of
instead of flying into the open mists of a raging gale."

Very well written and expressed, Bri.

I dig your Tao :)

[emmajoy]

'I will meet that tempest and fly into it�/ for that is living and in my ceasing of being / I can never die� / but if I lie down now belly up� / I would be dead forever!' - that just about says it all!

Think I'll copy this and live such a life! Great words, great feelings.

Thank you for sharing such an intensely felt piece of writing.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Sounds very much like the artist which lashed himself to the mast of a ship in a storm so he could better portray the truth of the picture in his painting, Gericault I think was his name. Its a very romantic notion.