For the Eternal Source of Angst of Humanity
(2014)
This is day 16 of my month long Rondelet marathon! This poem was inspired by a longer poem about my struggle to find a life purpose. It's a long, arduous struggle that everyone goes through.
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Child-like mind still beyond my comprehension. Child-like mind raises worlds—surpass the divine. He’s released from the detention
Violence cycles Both within lands and between them… Violence cycles Through lords of loss, maniacal. Leaves ruins of nations dim,
Seated upon spring green spires Ironic, bears for it don’t desire. Conical stone hides Wistful wisps inside. They reside
I’m not tired— alternatively, I’m forfeit. I’m not tired; Sleep won’t solve this I’ve acqui… Problems luring to their orbit
Sit back, relax And enjoy the projected show. Sit back, relax, See old legends now in IMAX. Retelling of tales already known.
Misunderstood assumed to be a heretic Misunderstood unable to accept what he should; counter to his religion picked—
Arbitrary and, I guess, insignificant Arbitrary makes me revolutionary. One time around, for me, glinting
Not everything good will be commemorated Not everything in fact, really, not anything. Compared to nature of sedated
In sleep he dreamt of blissful thi… These soured, made his mind a tain… He says, there’s nothing more to l… I should’ve stopped the struggles… The warrior confides his festering…
Runaway vein why must you escape their blunt pr… Runaway vein one would think you would restrain fluidity to blood that flows
Why go outside when one can buy what the world sh… Why go outside? Rain sounds far better when I’m d… Perhaps one can’t smell the roses
If the shoe fits, why try so hard to this mode vanqu… If the shoe fits, why object to familiar wit? In flight from this artists anguis…
Prepare to fail; Winning isn’t for everyone. Prepare to fail. Perfection is a far off tale. All expect it, though we know none…
Aches that echo through every land for all ages. Aches that echo through all people that time has e… In old bare Ireland it raged,
An instrument of chipping glaze an… Though it is seldom played in pres… the wear of glee’s remnants tint t… Dust glides through the air, drift… The open window disturbs it’s peac…