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Array ( [sid] => 107706 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The state of is (Revised) [time] => 2005-10-14 08:06:03 [hometext] => As the title says, this is the second time I submit this poem. A few twigs here and there, but basically the same message given. [bodytext] =>

The state of is…( Revised)

The state of is in which I gain my now
The state of being, leaving my forehead enfrowned
The enigma of self-exploration -
meant to bring clearer vision,
instead causing further deviation,
distant from what society accepts as the norm,
suggesting that I should conform
my ideas to what misleading mediators unto me inform.

Their message of peaceful unrest aspread,
resulting in me becoming one of the undead.

What they fail to say though is that with the birth of their divine ways
comes the death of your suffocating soul,
choking on the corrupted information circulating in your system.
Reached its capacity, it can’t bear the load as you discard parts of your self
in order to gain their wealth.

You allow yourself to die -
for universal expectance you are willing to try.

You dig yourself deeper, jumping your intellectual border,
arriving at your destination with the dawn of the new order.
Each passing day, a new opportunity for you
to erase another piece of you.

You give, give, give - yet to receive.
In vein existing as you.

Where is that reciprocity as longed by your soul?

It’s tired of being cheated by your mind
forced to fiend for itself, or in failure it will find
death in facets all kinds.

In vein it calls
for help as it falls
further from you; deeper in you, lost in the labyrinth.

Now slave to their tongues slicker then bare talk....
[comments] => 0 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Caged Soul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
The state of is (Revised)

Contributed by Caged Soul on Friday, 14th October 2005 @ 08:06:03 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles





The state of is…( Revised)

The state of is in which I gain my now
The state of being, leaving my forehead enfrowned
The enigma of self-exploration -
meant to bring clearer vision,
instead causing further deviation,
distant from what society accepts as the norm,
suggesting that I should conform
my ideas to what misleading mediators unto me inform.

Their message of peaceful unrest aspread,
resulting in me becoming one of the undead.

What they fail to say though is that with the birth of their divine ways
comes the death of your suffocating soul,
choking on the corrupted information circulating in your system.
Reached its capacity, it can’t bear the load as you discard parts of your self
in order to gain their wealth.

You allow yourself to die -
for universal expectance you are willing to try.

You dig yourself deeper, jumping your intellectual border,
arriving at your destination with the dawn of the new order.
Each passing day, a new opportunity for you
to erase another piece of you.

You give, give, give - yet to receive.
In vein existing as you.

Where is that reciprocity as longed by your soul?

It’s tired of being cheated by your mind
forced to fiend for itself, or in failure it will find
death in facets all kinds.

In vein it calls
for help as it falls
further from you; deeper in you, lost in the labyrinth.

Now slave to their tongues slicker then bare talk....




Copyright © Caged Soul ... [ 2005-10-14 08:06:03]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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