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Oblivion's Requiem
the SUN no longer rose from
beyond the horizon
as humid winds blew about the blackened dust
of Man's glorious yesterdays...
in this place where a compass was
of absolutely no significance
for traveling east was the same as traveling south
west no different than north..
and the rabbit would twirl about
mockingly under lazy gusts bereft of inspiration
pointing in any random direction
knowing there was no rabbit hole of discovery to be found here
no Red Pill filled with Epiphanies..
in Purgatory's Desert
where the only oasis Man can hope to sustain himself
lies within the Bosom of Deja vu
where she would sarcastically and
sadistically tell him tales only of his antiquated self..
how long did Man suckle upon her
until he heaved and regurgitated versions of himself
over and over as tiny fragments
of a never ending dream
with only two modes of motion..
rewind and repeat..
Man..stuck in his own knowledge
where his musings calcified upon manifestation
caked in a yellowish-green lime..
his FREEquency distorted
as everyone of his chakras protruded through his flesh
down along his spine
forming some twisted man-dinosaur hybrid...
...prehistoric
extinct...
in this realm of ashen clouds
and mortal dust...
where Time and Evolution rightfully abandoned
He who was destined to become a Child
of the Stars...
but preoccupied himself with
the holdings of dirt..
and so the dirt he became
as slowly he faded from redundancy
into Oblivion..
Published 14th Apr 2016
| Edited 19th Jan 2023
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14th Apr 2016 10:09am
14th Apr 2016 1:27pm
Aaawww yea... Like a second viewing of an epic movie, this was worth a repeat! :)
14th Apr 2016 3:03pm
This has given me much to think about. I'll need to keep it within reach for re-reading.
Wonderful, dark write.
Wonderful, dark write.
14th Apr 2016 5:46pm
My brother this is some kind of deep...when we endeavor to reflect upon ourselves, truly looking under the mask we present to the world, review the action and disappointments in our lives, we, many times do not like what we see/remember. Be it the paths we have chosen or that decisions we made. Someone once told me that do so was an exercise in futility, one must learn from it whatever lesson there is and discard the rest because all it does is drag you down under the its weight of guilt and self deprecation.
But if we are fortunate, we become wiser and better people afterwards.
it was a profoundly interesting piece
sorry to get long winded lol :P
Red
But if we are fortunate, we become wiser and better people afterwards.
it was a profoundly interesting piece
sorry to get long winded lol :P
Red
14th Apr 2016 7:24pm
He who was destined to become a Child of the
Stars...but preoccupied himself with the holdings
Of dirt..
Oh the things we miss by not looking up in hope.
Stars...but preoccupied himself with the holdings
Of dirt..
Oh the things we miss by not looking up in hope.
23rd Apr 2019 1:19pm
But is not being oblivious
A glorious state
Rich in ignorance
A mainstay of living life
Glad to make your acquaintance
Three times now
Have I read you
There is no way
To maintain
A state of oblivion with you.
Absolutely in awe
Of your thought processes
Of your deep understanding
And your expressions thereof
Great poem
Thankin you for being you
A glorious state
Rich in ignorance
A mainstay of living life
Glad to make your acquaintance
Three times now
Have I read you
There is no way
To maintain
A state of oblivion with you.
Absolutely in awe
Of your thought processes
Of your deep understanding
And your expressions thereof
Great poem
Thankin you for being you
