noumenon

time is timeless

as a thing is not the thing

you are noumenon

unknowable

beyond the sense

you will die

before you know it

you will dissolve

into the ether

as all life it requires death 

or life it then becomes lifeless

like time is now timeless

an object without being

a great place of nothingness

the end of everything

beginning 

in a shade without color

a math without numbers

a life without living things

a new cause yet to find existence

some time before the clock

nothing it really dies

it just forgets

(then is forgotten)

Until Discovery...

and then repeat.

to feel the sense

called existence

pain without a body

cause without a purpose

a mess among some space

noumenon

Author's Note

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

This is a dark poem. One gets the sense that in death, we become nothing, and that death is meaningless in and of itself. There is no hope here, one must only curse the darkness. It smacks of despair, and to despair is to turn your back on God. That is not to say the poem itself is bad or without merit. Far from it. You express despair and bleakness quite well. But I would advise you not to spend too much time philosophy. A subject which encourages you to explore the meaning of everything only to conclude that everything is meaningless puts your sanity in jeopardy. Not to mention your soul. Keep writing poetry, though. In this world it is one of many saving graces!

[Davidgeo]

It is a dark poem. And there is a world full of saving graces. But nothing will ever end well. Ever, For anyone. Without great loss we cannot know what is truly precious. What this really means is, gross.

[Betty Hermelee]

You seem to harp on death... as if it is something imminent....and when you are dead, naturally you are lifeless, nothingness, colorless, forgotten, until the next cycle begins; death all over again, a meaningless state; you say time is timeless; that's because everything in your eyes in meaningless, disparity, so time is nothing, just like death which is also timeless. A complex poem, but needs a few reads to understand.
Thank you for sharing.
Best, B

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

A fan brill wry muse, how being forgotten is like death, i like how it portrays the lifeless poetically darkly. Kudos!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too

[Davidgeo]

My comments tend to give people herpes.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Oops fine then coz im quite sensitive.

[Davidgeo]

A band named "The Pixies" a song called "where is my mind". It's not bad for you.

[AYVID N]

We spend so much time thinking about our impending doom and yet it mostly arrives without notice to knock us out. No preamble, no singing and no meditating upon it. Death just makes us dead and the dead don't think, don't feel, don't see. Now is all we have. Perhaps, now is our eternity.

[Davidgeo]

Eternity has nothing to do with humanity. I think the secret to life is that there is no secret to life.

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed the poem.

[Davidgeo]

I'm kinda making fun of someone with this one. Someone I have great respect for. But, this is satire stapled to something else.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Oh, do you mind me asking who it is? Maybe a well known poet? I wondering if I've heard of them.