PurposeA Poem by John StussyJust something new. As I write this statement, the piece is unwritten. I'm just going to let thoughts flow and see where it goes, been inspired to do so by another writer on here.
Blessed, beautiful wakefulness!
Stagnation turns to hopefulness! Options have burst Wide open like curtains; Sunshine burning, Daytime flashing! Once again I sacrifice Hours of life for currency, Though not for corporations' gain But for personal advancement. I've wasted weeks in wanton wanting, In passivity and torpidity, Shedding seconds for gain of naught Whilst mind and body turned to rot. Poised, positive optimism! O living birth of pragmatism! Toil is endorsed In exchange for promotion. Stasis shattered, Body's tattered! Muscles ache from lengthy hours Bent o'er my station. Eyes set on the further prize Available at cost of strain. Insomnia still comes a-creeping But stubborn body I am training, Planning for a future ahead And hoping I am not misled.
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Added on October 4, 2014Last Updated on October 4, 2014 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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