waiting 4 ephiphany

[m4dd0g]

just some words


sitting
silent
mind empty
watching bats fly across the vastness of twilight skies
art in hard reality
but this connection is not mine
cut its bonds i must 4 sanity

words flee
i shed my skin and run naked onto the red plain
shriek my soul to the nothingness
a child plays with the abstract gods of his own creation
please.
let me purge that nature which binds a mundane existence

the noose tightens and humanity exert its will
connection
validation
warmth
these half-witted children destroy what doesnt concern them
dragged away from mental nirvana
and bound in dissatisfaction
how much pain can flow from an empty vessel?

 

[(Wordy)]

I like this line; I think it taps into something that I see going on:

a child plays with the abstract gods of his own creation

I think we either create our own gods, or they're created for us. The ones created for us often don't fit. And not forgetting that the ones we create ourselves needn't be from scratch...

how much pain can flow from an empty vessel?

Good question!

 

[up all night]

how much pain can flow from an empty vessel?

I read this when it was posted and this part in particular stuck with me. In fact, it fuelled a discussion with one of my favourite drunkard philosophers. I'm glad you posted it.

 

[The Fish]

R, I'd like you to add some gramatical guidance to this one. Reading it aloud I couldn't find it's flow, it's rhythm.

I liked a lot of the concepts: "let me purge that nature which binds a mundane existence" is a very powerful line and I think it contains one of the central themes to this verse. And the bats at twilight is just so "home".

smiley

 

[Raz]

I really liked the bit with the abstract gods as well....very provocative.

 

[Doppelganger]

I read this when it was posted and this part in particular stuck with me. In fact, it fuelled a discussion with one of my favourite drunkard philosophers. I'm glad you posted it.

Yes, I will no doubt be having this conversation over drinks in the coming weeks...

Good write!

 

[m4dd0g]

Thankyou

It was a drunken stream of consciousness and I hit send w/o a second pass.
Later i wanted to 'fix' it, but the awkward/jarring lack of rhythm has grown on me now

Its probably bad form to actually explain these things but i dont really care too much for form.

It was about the distance between the ethereal beauty of the unattached imagination and the unlimited freedom it provides versus the childish ham fisted wants of human emotional needs