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I am
Losing the outside world within.
I am
Slipping away in transcendentalism

Demagogues are falling
All around me;
Their subtle whispers
Echoing profoundly
Off the walls of my heightened senses.
Amplified now what my conscious self misses, I
Hear new instructions so clearly;
They are expelled from lips that are merely
My own,
But basted with the words
Of wisdom gained tomorrow


To exponentialize this wisdom


I surely do follow.

I am
Losing the outside world within.
I am
Falling farther from the man Ive once been

I look back at myself;
At a child in chains.
At a man struggling along
In a world so deranged.
How strange
It must have been,
To have been myself back then.
How feral
Was that world that I once lived in





It is good to be back inside myself.


It is good to have discarded


All care for the wealth


Once so painstakingly acquired


By my conscious self;


With hands that tired


For no one else.

I now offer them to you all.
Use my body to keep you alive,
For I have no use for it
Anymore

I am
Losing the outside world within.
I am
Searching my core for hidden wisdom.


Stumbling about in the darkness
I yearn for a light, because
The topography inside
Is unstable and rugged,
And I find it quite
Difficult to navigate without one.
The daytime here
Is not defined by a sun.
Im just hoping I stumble upon
Some sort of pathway or rail,
Or a ship with a sail
Which will hasten my voyage over unknown horizons;
Using the wind from the back draft
Of the door Ive closed in
On myself from the outside



Im forever trapped in a place


That I just meant to hide in.


I was just losing the outside world within.


How could I know that it was a sin?


How could I know this is how it would end?






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The following comments are for ""Meditation""
by ghostpoisonsturgeon

Meditation
I enjoyed this. Thanks for posting.

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: July 17, 2007 )

Meditation
"...It is good to be back inside myself.


It is good to have discarded


All care for the wealth


Once so painstakingly acquired


By my conscious self;


With hands that tired


For no one else..."

These are my favourite lines, I think... they're tightest both lyrically and rhythmically, and they express the theme in a concrete and coherent- almost stark- manner...

not that I didn't like the rest of the poem too, because I did, and those last lines ring true and pack a punch... reminds me of Joyce: "He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible"... being reminded of Joyce is a good thing...

you excel at these explorations of consciousness... keep probing. enjoyed.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: July 18, 2007 )





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