Is this the place I used to be?
Before my life happened
Just down and long ago;
I can't remember ever living in this cave
But must this be where I descended
To rise above and live again;
Consuming air and breathing free
To feel and to experience
This very misery;
Of mankind doomed and
Queer to speak;
Of rise and
forgetful obliviousness;
To slip away and
mend no wounds;
By not remarking
Harm to exist;
How ignorance
Is widely approved;
And dumbness rules
A kingdom of fools;
By no means the world I longed for:
To live upon and endure such!
But is it a question of what I want,
Do I of all involved, get to choose?
Is it punishment rather than freedom;
For who excells and
Who, then, dooms?
Was it not me and to be my duty or
Did I mess up my mind?
For did forgetfulness wipe all sanity
For what a mess! And a loss
Of all and
Madness burnt out what was;
Was there ever anything before?
Or am I just trapped
In this thought;
Of thinking there must
Have been more?
Or just less for an option!
Maybe nothing?
Would that disappoint?
How could it!
Not much considers
The lack of existing
Before I appeared;
Did I so or
Is my presence infinite?
Where's the start?
Before or within the last
Fading thought?
Or must it happen again and
After that another time?
Until all will then
Collapse and die;
For final peace of mind?
Is this all nonsene without consent!
Or lies any twisted sense beneath?
For who will find it?
Lightning bolt;
To hold a wooden match
In the right place but
Wrongest time to be at!
For the lighting will ignite it and death casually awaits;
Such thoughts; but
Where is that to happen?
When and how
Will fate take me?
My flame to run out
As it must;
But lightning bolts
Might never be;
This casual cause
Of ending me.
How will the flame
Exist at first?
Without this curious strike by chance!
No telling this and
That's to why;
The only God existing, must I grant;
Coincidence
And how it happens;
It happens so then.
But what might be
We'll never see;
Or never know
Until by chance.
Unlikeliness turns us believers.
The flame will cease
As will you die;
And so must I
To regain life;
Oblivous of
All my former demise.
Just blindly trusting
The God of lies.
Existing only for you would see;
reality in fearful words
spoken out loud;
But fantasized.
A construct weak;
Given all might.
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That Deep Shit I Can't Live With(out)
Poetry//06.09.2018// EDIT// The new stuff I posted here is deep and thoughtful philosophical stuff and I believe it to be actually good. So please enjoy and please remember: I don't mind comments, especially not the meaningful and constructive ones.
