what am i

my struggle to find meaning

what is friendship but a commitment made threw trust

what is a conversation but words that means nothing

what is happiness but something we will never see

what am i but a demon walking next to angels

 

what is a year but life spent all for nothing

what is achivement but a pat on the back

what is knowledge but a thing to precive

what am i but a monkey without hair

 

what is confussion but a trick on the mind

what is disillusion but just a slight of hand

what is a drink but one or two or more

what am i but a person with a problem

Author's Note

plz comment

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

you are much more! a man with a conscience!

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[Void Unspoken]

It's very well written for the most part and you do have a point. I do believe, however, that parts of it read a little rough. But that's okay. I really like this! Great write!

[Alice.Valkyrie]

Indeed. However, you seem to have a grip on who you are, it is the rest of the world that is hazy.

[katiewaitie]

This really makes you think, great poem :)

[An owl on the moon]

Such deep questions that explore the very nature of our lives. Your responses voice an overwhelming angst and pain in the experience of the world.. Deeply moving words.

[Pax Analog]

Well this poem of basic inquiries is a kind of shell game without a prize.

The search is not unusual, but without a subtler ear to the paradoxes of language, nothing gains ambient traction. Hell, there are even recognized "poets" (Ashbery) who seem to have mastered the external politics of perception more than the inner mysteries of free poetics.

The first example that comes to mind is a stark statement by the spiritual adept Adi Da: '"I' is a koan." There is nothing more stripped and enigmatic than that. Contrast that statement w/the dithering of Descartes: "I think, therefore I am."
Like, really? Thoughts arise like clouds in a mysterious sky of mind -- why is there any "therefore" at all about that? There isn't. Hence the schizoid western scientistic (the cult of pseudo-inquiry) enterprise.

When Da says "I" is a koan" he is reminding the listener that "I" is a mental construct, a fleeting physiology egoically labeled, a paradox of identity, since inquiry reveals a Consciousness stripped of identification w/thought, self, form.

In a word, we don't know what anything is, in its unlabeled beingness, nor shall we ever. However, taking that peculiar reality seriously enables us to grow more accustomed to simply observing mind without identifying w/the bees in the bonnet. Science only does this w/objects apparently outside mind, narrowly. Subjectivity is where all the real work is, as per Buddha.

So. My, I've gone a frickin' core tangent.

You can't struggle to find meaning. You get quiet and it finds you.

Confusion is indeed a trick of the mind, and disillusion a sleight of hand. The same is true of faux clarities.

It's hopeless, really. But there is a crazy wise joke awaiting the absurdist poet.

To be cont. . . .

[Jong Schrijver]

I like this poem, it's creative and it makes you think. Great job!