we view as a drunken man
a lost watch
imagination transplants
to different geography
on mondays we philosophize crime
on wednesday- government
the rest divided with anything
become drunk again
to find what is lost
not folklore or custom
the dogon fox
his impudent dance
come lives with us all
we call him brer rabbit
heraclitus advises-
move steadily
geography is wife to history
as space is wife to time
attend the pace of things
nap of dog,
precession of equinox
imagination is
metamorphic
left behind
is life with forever
inescapable of making mistake
Author notes
have at it lol i know you will!
A contest entry
- criminal thoughts by IronIcecream.
550 points, ended November 16, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Ya think?
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the greatest trick philosophy plays on us i guess
is the logic hustle between reason and the implacable absurd certitude;
our thoughts are metamorphic to excuse,
invading a space meant for imagination
where advices replace will and bondage wish... and if
the fear might not set limits then the boundries of knowledge do.
the slow justification of afirmation can not keep the pace
with the ecstasy of passion, and we become us,
sliding of vices, skating on memories,
in a futile attempt to mark a square with the simple notion of false
while presuming the other one left unmarked persists unseen,
distant and true.
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I think this maybe the longest comment you have ever left me
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bravo this is really good, really creative
T
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"imagination transplants
to different geography"
Loved that! The entire way through this I kept thinking: damn straight!
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"wife is space to time"
that's why in time
perfection is the most horrible crime
in life as well in poetry
we breathe through
the freedom of imperfection
it gives us the space to move
in metamorphic wish and search for the inevitable
happiness
thanks for the entry
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god! you are amazing. i love this. i've missed your writes!
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