But Not Yet

mr living for a living

as a famous pastime

does live for a living;

he procrastinates death

trading life

among other's dying

for life;

procrastinating for a living

over an inevitable thing, 

a kind of "the end" of everything

  type of thing,

with some other ms living

or another, trading life

amongst each other;

  to extend "this" - at any cost. . .

these game's are circular,

though our timeline is not;

(so that is survival?

       in terms of evolution)

so if love must be fake

then let us paint caves,

and just make babies;

that might be living?

    (just maybe?)

 - god damn f****n' hippies. . . -

Author's Note

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

what returns to us as bread could not be imagined as little grains blowing, half eaten by mice. I get it. Why practice sincerity just to fulfill expectations? And what the hippies had right was that loves disdain, this gusher of nastiness and contempt, could so easily just be dispatched as "let me have some sex". That is the poetic cure In this poem. we so often trade life for survival that living can become just an empty feeling. .....beautiful......dana

[Davidgeo]

The real hippies always did have it right. They became outnumbered by fashionable opportunists wielding the same message almost immediately. It's the American Way of dealing with social movements. Marketing opportunities.

No one living in a westernized culture is free from that now. Jean Baudrillard was right. The copies barely even resemble the originals, and it seems to be getting worse.

[Mario Vitale]

Very beautifully written makes you think of a sunset beach. Toward a renewal you have encountered very good meaning in piece. Let the words trickle down your mind through your thoughts. You made a decent stab at it very creative piece you got this very good. Thinking of a rainbow moment with words its a stretch of the imagination. Just some thoughts about this piece, True words true to life really beautiful in its form.

[Hsnx]

it was very true picture depicting to the world and showing them reality .....very nice ..loved it.we should live our live not ear or for money only but to make our self happy with our self

[KWP]

I believe that for the strong, this poem gives the opportunity for some to grow into the life of seducing the soul instead of just going through the motions, instead of just living within the confines, instead of just bubbling along in a life full of expectations.

To learn and grow and to keep growing in this way an that is an art. To understand more about the inner workings than worry about the outer is something most cannot understand the need for.

To let it all go and be happy with self - not letting the erosion of other creep into the soul - now that's masterful.

Perfect read to start my morning - cheers you X

[Davidgeo]

I think happiness and acceptance are the same things. We can more honestly find things around us when we accept ourselves for what we are instead of what we wish ourselves to be. I guess it all comes down to what a person defines as self improvement; is it worth it to be fundamentally honest? Sometimes it is not. I'm not rich but I always have money; conversely, I know some very rich people who never have money. We still do very, very similar things.

[Hockeygirl]

Good poem. It tells the truth in today's world.

[Ana B.]

It seems procastination is among the favorite pastimes of people. Maybe time is circular, maybe past, present and future is happening all at the same time, maybe caves is what is waiting us after all. People with miser thoughts lead miser lives. This writing made me ponder, i like when writers do that, seems you succed well in doing that dear author.

[Davidgeo]

Once a month, very late at night, I like to smoke grass and watch a movie named Arrival. I used to think it was sad but the more I watch it the more that I don't think it really was meant to be a sad movie. There is a larger feeling at play, one that is not easily described in words as we know them.

[R.E. Ray]

Brutally raw and thought-provoking, like all of your work. We add so much to our lives, and yet gain nothing in the end. It's still the same relatively short ride from birth to death, just with more stuff in between, more than man and woman had centuries before. In the end, we're all poor. We don't even own the dirt we're buried beneath.

[Davidgeo]

If I was truly morose I'd say something like "After birth, everything's just one long sunset."... which is true if you look at it a certain way.

[Rye]

deep write here and quite powerful