Devouring procession
Devouring procession
original poetry.
.
Daily procession
Of lunacy & competence,
Sooner be handicapped than silenced!
But with with a stewing conciousness
Nihilist-inclined construct imploding
Eroding youth's enthusiastic tines
Tones strike the hour, asking
Why is sanity sour? Scouring sobriety,
Lectures of impropriety through example.
Simpering compliments scald, substanceless
Craving for a transcendent understanding
Leaves one out of breathless criticism.
Death or life a crawlspace,
Dawn and dusk of incoherence or grace
The path is recognizable but blurred.
Absurd procession:
The moon eats the hours
And the sun, human limbs.
.
.
.
Notes
So today is technically supposed to be my day off, but if I don't write a poem a day... I'm not sure, I think I might spontaneously combust. This one is dedicated to anyone who has ever begun to suspect that reality is, in fact, not normal at all. It is totally absurd, at least from the perspective of a linear consciousness! Quite incomprehensible. Yet, we create art to encapsulate the grand diversity of our responses to life's mystery. Ever falling short, and ever arising again...
In wholeness,
d-p
Written by
@d-pend
2/1/18
.
Art by
Lostknightkg
.1 --- "Another world III" {cropped}
2 --- "Mind's abode"
3 --- "Conjunction"
4 --- "Winter temple III"
There is a toughness to this, with oneself and others, that really resonates. Reread a few times & still this line/sentiment stand out: ‘Sooner be handicapped “than”(?) silenced!’
The sense of a person on a deadly serious, metaphysical adventure without the time for distractions or frivolity (I think of Henry James’ short story The Beast in the Jungle - ‘a man on a tiger hunt does not take along a lady’)
The gravity of the journey & what’s at stake is deliriously summed up in hallucinatory closing lines ... the devouring moon and sun. Yowzers!
the moon eats the sun... - a brilliant metaphor
agree with your ide about absurd reality. The elder I am, the oftener I notice and understand how much absurd is in people.
they are so controversial creatures, who are geniuses in their endless stupidity.
"Tones strike the hour, asking
Why is sanity sour? Scouring sobriety,
Lectures of impropriety through example."
Loved this... Time reminds us of our humanity, and how life is nothing if not insane. If life is insane, then how are we suppose to be sane inside of it? Drink up, smoke up... Let's get insane.
Probably totally butchered the true meaning of that, but that's what I got from it... lol... We all see what we wanna see, eh? :D
Beautiful poem as always. And great pictures, I swear when I look at them the smoke is moving o.O
This is the best description of lunar eclipse My Friend Daniel ;)
Every single word of yours is philosophy indeed <3
Love you :)
Great poetry @d-pend. You use amazing photographs. upvoted fully through SF.
Yes you did it. This should be big real big--- to the moon! The last picture has a gothic feel. I love the tag #absurd
Yes. We're all a little loony. The more loony we get the sweeter life does taste. I'm sick of that sour taste. I was told to chew reality a little bit and it will taste better be it still gives me indigestion.
Love and peace to you brother.
deleted
..this made me so saaad.
"Eroding youth's enthusiastic tines"
infact every line.. you go brother. Wonderful. Idea is to be sanely insane and vice versa ;)
A very touching poem @d-pend, this is very cool, because here you explain about life. This fits perfectly, because now the earth is so messed up, let people understand a little about death. Because very few people are aware of it. I really salute you, because you say, one day do not write the poem makes you uneasy. When can I become like you?
To be able to create cool poems and can share for everyone.