Are we like candles
flames are our dreams
like the sound of a lit match
dipped in water
perhaps that is love...
Diseased with love
disconsolate with shades of bile
the dream of death in daylight
shoveling to survive
I said, "I love you"
you said, "I love you too"
it was nausea
then we wandered into different rooms..
You were the pale blue sky
milking the moonless night
I was the crow virus
fettered by rain...
Pure genetic providence
intellectual procedure
amalgamation of predisposed chromosomes
thrown into existence
with the ambiguity of Kierkegaard...
Some call it happily ever after...
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"milking the moonless night
I was the crow virus
fettered by rain..."
Nevermind I can't pick
a favorite stanza,
I had to re-read it twice
I love it so much.
impassioned read, Bravo!
~SAS~
Ken
Ken
Ken
I enjoyed it.........Mick.
Ken
Ken
In fact influenced and reinforced my belief based on all the principles of reality and not abstract existence...
And yes, happily ever after my dearest brother is but an illusion...Non existent...as we don't belong to where we have no control...we exist and that is it. Enjoy or not take it as it comes...
Existentialism is my favorite philosophy and approach towards a psychology of being..Gestalt is fascinating as well, the "meaningful whole." Thanks for visiting today!
Ken
Ken
It seems these corner primates appreciate fine tobacco.....
Ken