It is truly a gift given
To render to written word
Thoughts held by the Mind;
For those whom give consideration
And, to their Mind, now to reside.
No favor of truth to wisdom
Is the promise given by these words;
Only that consciousness has been risen
And, choice to their discernment,
By them, others to potentially learn.
Exiting a life-period humorously referenced a `sobaticle’, to embark the next and definitely, last phase of a life journey; this reflection inspired the following:
Life Remaining
Riding the crest of happiness’ wave
Washed ashore from a sea of self-inflicted turbulence
Rendered to a promise land of bliss and reward
Buttressed by the strength of goodness to achieve.
Reclusive solitude transformed to energy gain
Yielding abundance to new resource expenditure
Toward dreams’ formative realization
Resilient to imposed limitations to confidence.
Surrounded and imbued by echoes to a past
Filtered remnants of experienced passage of time
Reflections of the best of life moments lived
To render reclamation of emotional elation.
What promise this remaining life will favor
Is given only to limitations of the Mind to achieve
For the binds of restriction are forever torn
Anchored in the truth this realization is believed.
The start to this new chapter of life,
Fostered through six years of Self-exploration;
Fraught with anguish, anxiety and strife,
Is reaping reward through hope and determination,
To finally see life through a brighter, more fulfilling light.
Birth-passage to this prospective, last phase to this life-journey,
Exerted a toll of deep darkness to be endured,
A conscious test of willingness to be proven worthy,
Of elimination of all burden of hardship; to be finally cured,
By timely power of provenience seemingly unearthly.
What resource of benefit this next era shall yield
Remains unlimited but by self-imposed restriction,
Rending a chance for betterment with vigor and zeal,
To blot-out avenues of negativity and dereliction,
Yielding a positiveness to life, others are able to feel.
Allan Ginsberg’s Howl, William Burroughs’ Naked Lunch and, Paul Goodman a novelist,playwriter and social activist; all advocates and adventurous men of original literary acclaim to the avant-garde, rebels in and of their time, garnering unsolicited reputation for challenging the buttressed and stalwart, civil-conservative institution of literature and civil-society at large; these great, inspirational authors and each provocatures of past little known, unfortunately, by many contemporary authors and public.
The ironic thread that strings these three men in particular, is not limited to their willingness to trash contemporary style, form and theme, the hallmarks of accepted and flourishing literature of their time but, their sexuality. Both Goodman and Burroughs were bi-sexual and Ginsberg, homosexual.
So what relevance does sexual-orientation have for their works being recognized as profound and revolutionary contributions to the literary realm given at times, the shocking crudeness and vulgarity of language describing in vile and gutteral detail, perceived deviant sexuality, heroin addiction and smoking of pot expressed in wildly random, convoluted style and form contrary to the conservative and conventional literary publications in and of their time?
Though to a considerably lesser extent today given current human and equal-rights legislative reforms; during the life-time of these men homosexuals and bisexual were heavily persecuted, deemed tarnished reprobate, sick people and legally classified as mentally ill and, subject to arrest if caught or reported performing sexual acts with other men often relegated to secrecy and cover of darkness.
It is no wonder given the harshness of the social environment imposed on these men and others of their era, would resort to free-form expression to expunge the hatred and hostility they all were grudgingly obliged to endure.
Ghost like, dark mist cloud of evil slither unseen through sky of goodness’ light with sinister deed to ensue, malevolently executing its providence of domain to refute that which is preached to be said, its wonderment of resolve is sanctioned unto the being who sees to this truth of beginning yet not fulfillled by the challenge that doth make known too, its presence unto the seeing Being.
Cloud of goodness that envelopes each living soul being is the challenge to sustain; for within each is the whisper of evil yet contained but, wanting and piercing to be fulfilled in the full goodness of the the glory it seeks to domain.
The harmony of balance is the Soul’s journey given to sustain giving providence of the domain to the goodness of light
I wrote this contemplation some-time ago but, in the course of readying for a move I came across it and thought to post:
Paradox to Existence – The Stroke of Death
In contemplation of the last and final moment of life,
As the last breath escapes past parted lips,
What thought will consume a brain dying?
Will it be:
Speculation of that final event,
Parallels the speculation to what follows.
To experience is to know – then it is too late,
To communicate!
Another Paradox to Existence.
Change in location, major change in life
The outcome of agumented, mental strife
A change brewed with passage of time
And ceaseless conflict with a conflicted mind
Proponents to living in the Now
Don’t often express the guide to How
Leaving to chance just to know When
A life-changing move is easiest to defend
Reflecting upon life’s traveled course
Can be a misleading, information source
The answer may lie with nature of the Snake
Shedding old skin: simply a living trait
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