Real In None of It's Forms

this is an abstract poem. but not dadaism. keep this in mind as you read. please review. and my other stuff. thanks

blasts born into eternity

a real not lest felt

nonetheless dealt

cast away into brutality

no longer drastic

neither the one asked with

 

yonder

gather and assemble

crossed into the sting of truth

surreality

 

thoughts thrown asunder

a constant blunder

ah, wonder

 

never wilst it made

swing that, swing this way

the turn of what's turned

the sea of seen

 

beg for freedom

grovel for truth

no, we

one with sufferring

 

do or die

live or cry

sin or sigh

noncomformity is now spirituality

 

trapped again in unwanted waters

escape, not so forlorn

but still scorn and worn

sit and nod; nod to "no" and "maybe"

just swim with the whirlpool

just a crude mark

a newborn riser

a nighttime rider

not so much a true self

more of an unknown enigma

story of my life

 

can we still break from insanity....?

not just a tale of ignorance

a parade of belief! lies!

LET IT RAIN

rain

rain

like pain

abstraction

 

feeling, things of nothing

longing knowledge

obsolete
I'm not crying out

neither wanting out

slow down

 

I'm nothing

nada

dada

blahblah

just nonsense, nonexistent

if I'm not here

how can I feel I'm not?

 

I'm just that

just am

ignorant, so intellifent

not here

not now

loved and lost

I'm forever

 

what I am

I won't know

unitl I'm shown

or born

or dead

 

enigma of existence

koan in the distance

a soul for rent

until I'm not incompetent

 

a notch in the door

till the day

I feel once more

 

if my insanity serves me right

I am