Antiquae Viae

Teach me of the ancient ways, 

decrepit paths walked and trod. 

I will learn of my ancestors wisdom, 

the deep things lost in time, my hearts hunger. 

I want the truths of love and sacrafice, 

of blood and bone, 

of life and loss. 

I want to be alive, 

without the neon distractions. 

The enchanters bewitching, 

dazzling and distracting, 

faux passions sold for a price, 

at the cost of the soul, 

poisoned food at the cost of health. 

Pied Pipers promises, 

of an easy life, 

conveintly carring us to the grave, 

none living their fullest, 

just complacently existing until oblivion, 

not me, 

let me feel, 

let me hurt, 

let me love, 

let me bleed. 

I don't want your sedated death of the soul, 

I dont want to be robbed of experience, 

watching life on a screen, 

as time steels my vitality, 

and I no longer have strength, 

to live and move and breath. 

Oh give me the human experience flawed and imperfect.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Amy R]

This poem is all about wanting to reconnect with ancestral wisdom and the deeper truths of life, love, and sacrifice, while lamenting the superficiality and sedation of contemporary existence. Beautiful and unique poem.
-Amy

[Dave W.]

Thankyou Amy, for reviewing this
It is deff about disconnecting from the superficial and connecting with the deeper things of life

[Amy R]

You're welcome.