Unveiling the Conceptionist

The whimsical conceptionist,

Some say a man of words, some say a fraud,

It’s not presumptions,

But assumptions,

For misguided that I am,

Require scope for further concoctions

Being driven by ambition,

Maybe passion,

Primarily by insatiable thirst for knowledge,

A philosopher beggar in fancy attire,

Begging for wisdom day and night 

A divided world,

Between mind and matter,

Suffice to say,

My innate love for fantasy spaces,

At constant war with laws of nature

Greater is my duty to contain ignorance,

For belief in perfection,

An ultimate refinement of folly,

Overcome paralysis by prospect of vain,

Live with certainty,

Personify perfection

With death’s close and uncertain proximity,

Life is about affinity,

Follow it and live free,

Pure, simple and uncomplicated,

Devoid of any hidden undercurrents

Find the one, acknowledge love,

Help achieve my greater self,

Explain,

Existential conundrum of insignificant soul,

For dust is life in short time

So Beauty,

Save the beast,

I know not the curious ways of men,

But, the perilous way of silence,

For betimes, there is mercy in leaving thoughts unspoken

If you still don't understand then leave me be,

Tick Tock! Tick Tock! That’s time passing,

Ingrained in me,

Central precept of the ‘temple of being’,

Dogma of acceptance the absolute truth

Reviews

[David Moreland]

Here the writer defends himself but makes one step toward revealing himself. Progress comes and this piece points in that direction. An onion waiting to be peeled.

[W. C. Forrest]

The dance has begun. with persistence and perseverance I shall go through it in entirety. Thank you.