Paralyzed by Choice

Paralyzed by Choice

A Poem by Davidgeo
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Fester without motion fixed upon choices.

Choices, about choices, perhaps an ideology;

Among choices.


There is a paradox to limitless choice, this much is infinite.

My elaborate confusion turned into paralyzed gesture, I've since been overwhelmed;

With choices.


Injected after morphine under calming seas sometimes in safe harbors.

Whispers of a promise, of a planning of a last vacation from repetition of everyday labors,

From my choosing.


But what doors shall I close and when shall I do it?

And what shall I open instead? Will I feel guilt or regret?


My choices

Define me


Those not taken, squandered, or ignored then replaced

With a vice of too much or maybe too little, this is how I became too weak to move,

Too bloated to change.

Defined and confined.

Too happy to not care.

(about anything, not a thing)


With too little to lose

I must keep what I have.

At all cost.

Silent, and hidden away

From the choices of some days.

From the reason of others.


Only without choice can come revolt

Come the Change

The smashing of chains

Reborn into the sands of pain you will find solace in something or you will die;

As it should be.


What we had hoped for is the anti dangerous,

Now we have this sterile infinity, this repetitive insanity... and therein lies the danger.

And the coming...

Coming is chaos, the regression of too many copies into something misplaced, inappropriate - too f*****g hideous to bear.

Yet forever regenerating, like cancer.

Renaming old images as the mirrors silently crack further into distortion

Into simulation - into the simulacra - the loss of meaning.

The desert of the real concealed under an illusion of a million minute choices.

Illusions,

Slave to freedoms like life to shelter.


Our cancer of the marrow

Depending on illusion more complex than any liquid, gas, or pill in physical form.

 Over eons spent slave to the sand's of pain and the deep water's of struggle; we finally became the same.

Now that "sameness" among us, the thing we achieved, how we overcame everything -

  is now something we run from.


But don't worry,

I'm never very far, not at all, no not really.

My dog's still s**t in your backyard.

I still spit on your causes, I might even still f**k your wife.

On occasion, more or less, or just maybe

On the god damn mother f****n daily.

My Women in waiting behind a shadow...

Called the failure of a Man.

© 2016 Davidgeo


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this one hit home. It brought back to me things I usually don't consider anymore. My dad used to say, "life is a b***h, then you die." And that statement from him, after he remarried and became a Witness, and tried to teach me the "truth" as they call it, well I always wondered if at his core - he still felt that life was a b***h and then you die. his death was horrid. 63 years old. Emphysema and asthma. I've written about it but not sure if its still here.
There is a raw reality about this poem - it is an adult write. Pragmatic. Unapologetic. A bit of a warning to the Pollyannas of the world.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Davidgeo

8 Years Ago

Yeah, it does have kind of an adult thing I guess. Pg 13 with a little extra. Kids know whats goin.. read more



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this one hit home. It brought back to me things I usually don't consider anymore. My dad used to say, "life is a b***h, then you die." And that statement from him, after he remarried and became a Witness, and tried to teach me the "truth" as they call it, well I always wondered if at his core - he still felt that life was a b***h and then you die. his death was horrid. 63 years old. Emphysema and asthma. I've written about it but not sure if its still here.
There is a raw reality about this poem - it is an adult write. Pragmatic. Unapologetic. A bit of a warning to the Pollyannas of the world.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Davidgeo

8 Years Ago

Yeah, it does have kind of an adult thing I guess. Pg 13 with a little extra. Kids know whats goin.. read more
Okay, I am going to be real for a few minutes and tell you that this made me feel utterly sad, that any optimism I May have had(who knows, I certainly forget which way my mind goes) disappeared, took a hike and I fear, never to return and that scares me cuz I need it to lean on at times...but I digress. You slapped me in the face with this and I wasnt ready. Thats all I can say.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Davidgeo

8 Years Ago

Calm down Barb... I'm sure there was a point to this. Not star trek de evolution banter... Though, .. read more
Barbara Walker

8 Years Ago

Oh, I was in love with the other captain, Picard. When he said, number one, engage...oh my! Is it ho.. read more
Barbara Walker

8 Years Ago

Oh, I was in love with the other captain, Picard. When he said, number one, engage...oh my! Is it ho.. read more
Now I have an advantage here, between you and I, so I can comment. Your 'interpretation' of the overabundance of choice is exquisite, I swear, you took something and built a monument, Shut up. Funny I'm writing some prose on this very thing... I hate you. Just saying, You have the better words.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Davidgeo

8 Years Ago


There is no advantage to be had... we stand toe to toe... not exactly like Russell Crowe but.. read more
Great poem here HansJIzzy. Love the ending. Very deep thoughts here. I like it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tsubaki Kuro

8 Years Ago

True, we all are s****y writers, we aren't professionals who get paid to write. :)
Davidgeo

8 Years Ago

I hear the pay sucks anyway... I pretty much just stick to stray dog wrangling.

It fe.. read more
Tsubaki Kuro

8 Years Ago

True story.

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