TONIGHT DO I TRANSCEND;
WITH A WEARY, DISTRAUGHT MIND
I SIT THOUGHTFUL ON THE BED
MEDITATING, WHERE MY THOUGHTS
ARE CLEAR BEFORE MY MIND’S EYE
THE MID OF NIGHT MUCH LATER SEEMS
AS IF AN INFINITE SPAN
TWIXT EXITING FROM THE WORLD
AND INTO A WORLD OF DREAMS
BUT HERE, TONIGHT, NAUGHT A STIR
THIS NIGHT I CANNOT BRING COMFORT
NOR EASE MY SOUL’S DWELLINGS
AND SO I OPEN MY EYES- HOW?!
WHAT FIGURE IS THIS SET HERE?
IT’S DIM LIKE EYES, OH MY GOD!
I AM PARALYZED IN SHOCK
SHOULD I SCREAM OR SHOULD I FLEE?
-STARING DIRECTLY AT ME-
I DON’T BELIEVE IT, I CAN’T
THEY GLOW BRIGHTER, FLORESCENT
THIS CANNOT BE, AM I INSANE?
INSANE? ME? I KNOW MY THOUGHTS
THIS IS NOT HOW THEY SHOULD BE
THE DARK FEMALE SILHOUETTE
IS GROWING, ENGULFING ME
“TWAS A LONG TIME COMING,
A CONSEQUENCE OF BEING,
FREE NOW FROM THE BONDS OF FLESH
FREE FROM PAIN AND DESIRE
HERE, THE OUTERMOST BRIM OF HUMAN CONTEMPLATION
IT IS WHEN ALL THOUGHTS ARE VANISHED
EXCEPT WHERE THAT ONE, UNMOVED
WHOLLY CONTENTIOUS WILL
GLOWS INEXTINGUISHABLE
DEAR PSYCH, GLANCE NOW UPON IT”
AND LO, FORTH NOT FROM MY MOUTH
BUT STILL IS SPOKEN BY ME
“MY WHOLE LIFE I’VE EXISTED
FOR NAUGHT BUT THE SOLE PURPOSE
OF GRATIFYING THE WORLD
AS A BLEAK, LONELY PASSERBY
A FORGOTTEN MEMORY
AMIDST A SEA OF SELF-LOATHING
SELF-INDULGING, SELF-FUCKING
SELF-REPLICATING COWARDS
I NEVER STEPPED OUT OF MY
FEIGNED PERCEPTION OF LIFE
NEVER ADDRESSED THE “SHOULD-BES”,
THE “COULD-BES”, TIRELESSLY
SAYING ‘THINGS WILL GET BETTER
LIFE ISN’T ‘ALL’ NOR DEATH THE ‘END’
THERE IS SOME BENEVOLENT
OMNIPOTENT THING SOMEWHERE
WHO IS LOOKING OUT FOR ME
THUS MY LIFE IS NOT SO BAD”
THEN A FORCE LIFTS ME UP
AS IF NO LONGER HUMAN
MY ROOM DISAPPEARS
ALL THAT REMAINS IS ME AND HER
NOW, I WILL HER PRESENCE
A GIANT LIGHT THEN SHONE OUT
MY PRESENCE LIGHTED HER
IMMEASURABLE BEAUTY!
THE WINGED ASIAN STARED AT ME
GRABBING HER, I KISSED HER LIPS
“AS AN OMNIPOTENT BEING
I AM THAT LATENT CRAVING
FOR POWER, FOR UNITY
THE CATALYST FOR THE SEARCH
FOR WISDOM: I AM ALPHA AND OMEGA
I AM THE FLEDGLING REFLECTION
OF THE SHADOW THAT PRETENDS
THAT MASQUERADES AS “CONTROL”
WHO CARVES OUT DISTINCTION
LAYING BARE WHAT LIFE MEANS
FEEL FOR WHAT YOU ARE,
EMBRACE THY WILL -THY CAPSULE-
AN OPEN UP THY MIND
DRAW OUT FROM WITHIN YE
REANIMATE THIS LIGHT
THEN, ALL OF HUMANITY
AND ALL OF IT’S PETTY LIES
ALL OF IT’S SELF-DENIAL
SWIRLING UP INTO FOLLY
THAT IT ALL SHALL BE REDEEMED”
Author notes
Philosophy-Contemporary
Written June 30th, 2004
A contest entry
- Eliot, Williams, Whitman, Cummings, Clare, Plath, and Shakespeare--A CONTEST! by sidewalksolipsis.
300 points, ended July 4, 2004, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Here, the outermost brim of contemplation"
Love that line. Good work here: a very powerful philosophy with some very powerful words. Watch your use of "it's" in the last stanza, though; both should be "its". Great job! Thanks for entering my contest, and best wishes in all that you do!
your cerulean dreamer,
michele -
Very well done.
"Feel for what you should be." An absoultely gorgeous line. The beginning and end are more fairytale, and whimsical, but the middle section of this piece is almost bitter, and anylitical. A great job here, much luck in your contest.
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