The world inside ...A Poem by stranger-n-lifeCompromises to life turn mankind to seeking transient rewards in the nothingness created by man for mankind , yet the spirit remains in us all, knowing lovingness the better way even in this life...Conveyed,
sustained mechanically inside, never seeing the whole, creeping, as though afraid of repercussions, no sense of leap, no leap of sense... Contained, as though dead, or might death be a moment of relief, of challenge, of excitement, of glimpses beyond the facades ...of seeing? but really, why play games? just mimicking the past , as though it were good enough, as though you never wanted to say: "This was my life, mine alone, and no-one could feel there was more could happen." ? Is this then a sign of defect of the 'heart' or just the 'contented' deceit of self, propagated misdirection, even of its protagonists, into dying insidiously of its 'comfort' ? yet have they said to you: "No other goal could be more important" ? but is this not the fault of 'importance' itself, that complacent concept, even in denying its own insufficiency? What shines then, what belief? Quickly then, do not condemn yourself to the warm blindness, but suffer in strange joy of knowing love of truth and the truth of love that it is life and life is nothing else... There is more for us to know inside by facing the never-solved, never-finished ... without hiding, and thus knowing why one journeys without end, seeking beyond finding, so suddenly then feeling wholly alive for a change. ... rather than sitting in the valley smoking your own soul... © 2010 stranger-n-life |
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Added on April 24, 2010 Last Updated on April 24, 2010 Authorstranger-n-lifeLondon, Wildlands, United KingdomAboutA poet , looking inside and out for relations to the spirit of love that is so far 'above' this world ... truth of heart that tears apart the lies which many folks, for now, live by ... from which .. more..Writing
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