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Let's Get Metaphysical
He ventured from humanity
In search of the divine
Not knowing it was present
In all he left behind
He went in to the shadows
He welcomed in the light
Finding they were equal
With no partner at his side
Still he laughed in wonder
At the act of mearly being
Staring in a mirror
He was slowly disappearing
Another nervous breakdown
An act of desperation
The egos last gasp
Before the final separation
Will he pick up the pieces?
Will he do it on his own?
Or will there be a visitor
To help him find his home?
The questions and the answers
Become hard to tell apart
What part of us is truer
Our brain or our heart?
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| Wow, very powerful. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. I so admire poets. I write, but poetry has so often escaped me. |
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I very much like your poetry -- raw and quick, but there's a continuous thread, and evidence of a living memory.
I read broKEN and decided to read more of you. I say UH-HUH.
May I make a few suggestions, though?
Like it is difficult to say "or our" in the line "Our brain or our heart?" Makes my tongue meue. Two softs together. "...comparing brain and heart" ? May be a solution. Do you see any difficulty here?
I very much like the issue you are dealing with. I could talk about these things. The brain alone can figure YES to anything ... including crimes. Yet the heart is often captive of immature emotions. You know, of course, that the answer is the marriage of the two. Psyche weds Eros ... or Dr Gray weds Rosy Throb.
Merely.
"...ventured from humanity". The divine is in everything, but you cannot have it until you prove you don't want 'everything', but only the divine. Everyone's test is different. Good luck. Be sly as a fox and wise as the serpent.
It's really not a nervous breakdown. That's what people who are really stuck in the ol' mundane call it. It's like reformatting yer disk; the old crap has to be removed (it worked OK, but it won't open the next door) before one begins to see clearly. It REALLY is a help to find a guide. Your protagonist, he/she needs a teacher/sidekick/elder/shaman/lover ... well, there are 8 'links' mentioned in Buddhism.
What an exciting place and so beautifully outlined with mere words, and melodious words at that.
You meditate? 20 minutes twice a day ... sha-ding! |
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| i just thought this was beautiful. |
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Comment by: love - 2006-06-08 01:07
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I love your poems, I feel that I have been asking the same questions too.
I can feel the power within them.
Thanks for writing it! |
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| A nice poem, which deals with how our emotions rule supreme and how they can break us without our will. The sense of isolation that this man must feel is inaudible. I would say that this poem is more of a self dialogue, more than a metaphysical one, but neitherless, this does not detract from my opinion of this being a quality piece. |
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