This poem is inspired by the power of choice (well, should I expound or what again?) I mean, like the persona of this poem is that a person thinks about his decisions, and as he thinks about it, he also thinks to himself like “Would the choice I make necessarily change my life, or would that choice just make me a puppet of the choice of the majority?” In a point of view, this poem looks like a matter of going with the flow or rowing to the destination of our lives, which it really is. (Actually, the time I’m typing this, my mind is going like “What the heck am I typing? Is it still my true intention for inspiration, or I just can’t find the words? Am I typing something senseless again?” Ha-ha)
XXIV
ELEVATE
Uplift, in sense of unaware
And such continuum, too felt
Let go, and go, in breathing stare
And lie on subtle lights, and melt
O, touch! Unwind the threads, and pull
In sinking consciousness, adore
Such emptiness, so full, too full!
And all go through, so more, no more
In half of moon, in half of sun
Too dizzy, comfort far and near
No wind, no water, must have gone
Bewildered so, no joy, no fear
In restless, rest is over there
To pendulum, swing restlessly
And restless goes to ev’rywhere
Catch twin at hand, so carelessly
And softer, softer, softer, now!
To levels of such cutting dream
And softest, softest, softest, how?
In lost of contact, false and seem?
Abandon, so? Wish it to split
Not much, but heaven is too high
And flicker, flicker, candles lit
No brain in shelter, come so nigh
And river, steady, steady, go
In whirlpools, undetermined clasp
So take the boat, and row, and row
To deeper, or to tighter grasp
In ev’ry toss, thus, what must me?
To make it most, or made to most?
Or I direct? Directed be?
Perchance I might, a guest, a host
Or was it one? Perhaps a two?
Was it laid on the core of heart?
For so, it will be, I must do
A piece, a path, a poem, a part
In etching hand, with sharpened knife
To carve uniqueness in the eye
But all it takes is just one life
And him, and her, and you, and I
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
