Here I am found behind locked door
To a life I swore to be no more
But, what has been gained, is lost
It is to moments of life, the cost
Hidden by the shadow of what was
For no reason, just because
Movement of time has given to dictate
What will be, not given, but to take
Forlorn is the cause de jour
Not to be exposed, but demurred
Reason for last chance to find remedy
To a life borne to hardship and calamity
Recent developments of a family nature have exposed me to a foreign experience, until now: the depth of hostility expressed and anxiety imposed upon an ailing, dying Father by his only and seemingly heartless Son.
What has materialized from this experience is clarity, from my perspective, of the true meaning of Empathy.
In the broader scope of human experience: it is the sufferance of the suffering for the non-suffering to suffer to realize the true meaning of Empathy.
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Residing permanently outside the envelop of popular, common-minds’ reasoning to thoughts derived, instilling a sustainable uneasiness, increasingly difficult to temper; derives condition of ill-defined malaise for which exists remedy to correction beyond medicated, lobotomized cauterizing of synaptic root origins to this illness’ creation, that being: to embody and expel the infused, emotionally derived condition as transformative bursts of reviving energy, formulating unique manners of artistic, creative expression, embodying the full depth of anxiety’s pain.
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Zeal
Emotions exposed like a banana peeled;
Love, hate, anxiety; meant to make moments real
Yet uncertain of how they are truly meant to feel,
Nor to the ways, by them, to confidently deal;
Giving rise to multitude of drugs designed to purposely steal;
To subjugate life’s true essence; its spontaneity, its zeal.
Fantasy’s Gain
Lost in a fantasy of the mind
Perfection of reason one can find
No blemish to purpose of any kind
A worldly presence – so sublime
Love’s emotion in all its essence
Nature’s beauty beyond transcendence
Breath to life sparkles with effervescence
Hormones rage as in adolescence
Brief though this experience may be
It is a moment to be felt, to see
For it is a state easy to conceive
It is for all who live and breathe
Human emotions at times lost to reality’s pain
Often taken to lengths insane
Let the wondrous power of the mind reign
By resigning to a moment, to a fantasy’s gain.
Singularity of Being
Existence is a cocoon of my making
Detached from passions of others
Numbed by avoidance of emotion
Sustained by the singularity of being
Absorbed into self-absorption
Abyss
The parameters that define this life are shrinking.
I am down to the base figure of one.
Looking outward only – not connecting
Floating in a void consumed with others
Singular digits comprised of the same emotion
But void of the fraternal element
Wishing and wanting yet non-committal
Expending time like an abundant liquid
Frittering away what we have – are
In anticipation of a greater dream
Fear is the glue that binds
The unknown –
In death comes the answer
To a life spent questioning
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