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[aid] => mick
[title] => An abstract life story
[time] => 2005-01-21 13:26:38
[hometext] => I wrote this yesterday. I like this a lot.
[bodytext] => Strange,
this afternoon seemed like a rain strorm's
memory,
even my teeth were soaked,
my skin wrinkled,
I stepped outside to check the sun,
the position of mars,
and venus struck me,
with droplets like Jupiter's explosive gasses,
too hot for these time soaked cards, too much!
I was soaked.
That was this afternoon.
Tonight I have strayed farther down the street,
past my house, my garage living street post.
I walked past a homeless man,
too drunk to ask for change,
His sign said, "I'm drunk and hungry. Homeless"
I gave him a beer.
I walked further and I noticed that I was no longer soaked.
These liquid gasses melted off my clothes. I was naked.
I am naked!
First I hid in street cornered shadows,
hid from the prying eyes,
the judgements,
all mine,
I hid.
Now I am blind and cannot find the next alley way,
the next garbage can
to hide my face in. I am blind,
and I cannot see the eyes of the mamals passing by,
humans,
struck by the normalness of every day life,
of midnight walks,
down the coastline,
and off the beach,
into the sea.
Human's struck by the vision of their self,
hysterial,
living life infinitely,
blind to the judgements of the world.
This human race's board game,
trampled by cheaters
who roll fixed dice,
and pretend that their sweaty palm
bring good luck grace.
Human's who realize suddenly
that this life is really a game,
rigged by the over achievers,
of big money whores,
who spread their lies like flys
spread maggots.
The beauty of the human race
is to wake up,
to realize that this game is a sham,
and the true humans are those who speak
to the souls of us all,
and who walk down the coastline at night,
and off the beach
into the sea,
hysterical,
living life infinitely.
[comments] => 7
[counter] => 223
[topic] => 43
[informant] => zenmind
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 11
[ratings] => 3
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => oops
)
An abstract life story
Contributed by
zenmind
on
Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 01:26:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Strange,
this afternoon seemed like a rain strorm's
memory,
even my teeth were soaked,
my skin wrinkled,
I stepped outside to check the sun,
the position of mars,
and venus struck me,
with droplets like Jupiter's explosive gasses,
too hot for these time soaked cards, too much!
I was soaked.
That was this afternoon.
Tonight I have strayed farther down the street,
past my house, my garage living street post.
I walked past a homeless man,
too drunk to ask for change,
His sign said, "I'm drunk and hungry. Homeless"
I gave him a beer.
I walked further and I noticed that I was no longer soaked.
These liquid gasses melted off my clothes. I was naked.
I am naked!
First I hid in street cornered shadows,
hid from the prying eyes,
the judgements,
all mine,
I hid.
Now I am blind and cannot find the next alley way,
the next garbage can
to hide my face in. I am blind,
and I cannot see the eyes of the mamals passing by,
humans,
struck by the normalness of every day life,
of midnight walks,
down the coastline,
and off the beach,
into the sea.
Human's struck by the vision of their self,
hysterial,
living life infinitely,
blind to the judgements of the world.
This human race's board game,
trampled by cheaters
who roll fixed dice,
and pretend that their sweaty palm
bring good luck grace.
Human's who realize suddenly
that this life is really a game,
rigged by the over achievers,
of big money whores,
who spread their lies like flys
spread maggots.
The beauty of the human race
is to wake up,
to realize that this game is a sham,
and the true humans are those who speak
to the souls of us all,
and who walk down the coastline at night,
and off the beach
into the sea,
hysterical,
living life infinitely.
Copyright ©
zenmind
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2005-01-21 13:26:38]
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Re: An abstract life story
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 01:32:52 PM AEST
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| Interesting write. I like it. "Wisdom takes Insanity!" Blessings. |
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Re: An abstract life story
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by craz2 on
Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 01:55:47 PM AEST
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| different. i read a couple of times. good job. a |
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Re: An abstract life story
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 05:15:42 PM AEST
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Much like a frightening dream that you can't wake up out of....yet ends with a profound message...or perhaps a warning?
Very creative. I can see why you like it. I do too! |
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Re: An abstract life story
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by xxbreathlessx on
Thursday, 27th January 2005 @ 07:42:44 PM AEST
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i gotta say ... the last stanza really got to me, you exspressed yourself well there. i agree with the others it is different...but different is good..in this case lol
great write. |
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Re: An abstract life story
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 28th January 2005 @ 03:50:05 PM AEST
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This was an interesting journey - very much like a dream - and you portrayed it so vividly that we all could take part - some strong lines about humanity, and
humans,
struck by the normalness of every day life,
of midnight walks,
down the coastline,
and off the beach,
into the sea.
This my favorite -
we are a sorry lot - aren't we?
Thanks for writing - |
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Re: An abstract life story
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by zenmind on
Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 05:10:33 PM AEST
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Just so everyone knows, this poem has a lot of personal meaning for me, and so it makes sense that the average reader does not understand the intended message behind it. My poetry is so abstract that I can't even interpret all of it. A lot of people probably think that this poem carries with it a negative message, but on the contrary this poem, to me, feels very hopeful. And the reason why is because it is basically about overcoming fears, adversity, insecurity, all of that which holds us back in life-----
The first part of the poem is about confronting these issues.
These liquid gasses melted off my clothes. I was naked.
I am naked!
First I hid in street cornered shadows,
hid from the prying eyes,
the judgements,
all mine,
I hid.
And later the poem is about the triumph of the human spirit in spite of all of the adversity. It is about how when we return to the center of ourselves, we wake up and see through all of these illusory barriers that we place in front of ourselves.
The beauty of the human race
is to wake up,
to realize that this game is a sham,
and the true humans are those who speak
to the souls of us all,
and who walk down the coastline at night,
and off the beach
into the sea,
hysterical,
living life infinitely.
Be True,
zenmind |
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Re: An abstract life story
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by ladyfawn on
Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 06:09:20 PM AEST
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this is beautiful, it breathes... hugs n' love nessa
@->>->:- |
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