I slipped backwards for a while,
Spiraled behind the big escape.
Wrapped defenses are now compiled
against myself to be replaced.
Pimped in a pining home decor,
I leave myself defined:
Nostalgia's unrequited whore,
Time's elected concubine
Prostituted out to you.
Misguided by masochistic,
Pathogenic
Point of views;
In the fantasies that undermine me still.
I breathe myself again through you.
Channeled by your will,
Misconstruing dated debuts.
Author notes
Imagine if you will, that this is someone who is arguing with the past, because the past keeps presenting itself and taunting the person in question. The subject is trying to do right, but time and memories tempt the poor weak soul to turn against its own karma. This is the soul's complaint to time about the past. The soul is angry with itself, because with every wrong turn it takes,(such as looking back)it delays its rightful path.
Please tell me what you think
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Carl Sagan once said that “You have to know the past to understand the present.” Now, it was really more a non-emotional experience, scientific in relevance, but your comments reminded me of the quote. Time has a way of morphing ideals, the question is, what have we learned (if anyting). How much of the repetetive cycle do we repeat before enlightenment breaks the horizon?
Poetically, I thought you had some very strong lines. I was moved at times and felt engaged. I like the thought process, extremely intellectual and foward thinking about time. Second poem I read tonight about the "soul". So subjective in my mind, I must be on to a common theme tonight.
Excellent work, I will be watching your work in the future.
Regards,
Brian
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I think maybe the status quo is your problem. It cumulatively derives from itself all of the idiots we must tolerate who will not tolerate our stepping out of line, our refusal to cooperate with the norm. Sorry...I just felt non comformity bleeding out of this. But I could be projecting. I almost certainly am...but I could be wrong as well.
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It's a tricky thing. Native Americans believe that time is circular, not separable/dividable by the past, present, and future.
And, the past has brought us here, where we are now.
Can one be friends with the past?
"Nostalgia's unrequited whore,
Time's elected concubine
Prostituted out to you."
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Great title. I'm a bit confused about the use of the word compile where it is, either the tense is wrong or my recall of the definition. Some nifty snippets in there:
"Nostalgia's unrequited whore,
Time's elected concubine" to be specific!
Intriguing read, thanks for sharing!
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Clever..clever...clever
I bet we all read this twice to enjoy this poet's device
and hear the voices she writes speak.
well done poet, very cleverly done!
smartly written too!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : )) just a feast of a poem to enjoy!
in grief counselling they did this..it's called
gestalt..two chairs, one is the voice of despair, the
other the voice of courage, it's amazing what comes out
of our own mouths! releasing the energies to become
positive, united.
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The soul seems trapped by the past or at least beat down by Martha S.
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