A poem

[Goosemaster]

We are here.

That is practically all we know.

The lucky few have time to contemplate our origins, our purpose, our meaning, with varying degrees of success. It is these lucky few that are blessed with the will to find a purpose, a meaning for life. The rest are just drones, doomed to live out their days in repetitive monotones that simply keep them breathing until something dictates that they do so never more.

These lucky few, these martyrs against the monoliths that dictate the monaural, spend their lives buried in thought. Around them all they see are a people desperate for nothing, rarely emoted, and riddled with primal fear and primal hate. They strive for inclusion in this ignorant wasteland but are doomed to desolate exclusion, to a meditative and silent extinction.

These few, these fortunate sons, dream dreams that shatter the foundations of humanism, giving rise to joy the likes of which no monolith could ever provide. Fantasies fill their mind with trinkets so valuable that Mother Nature herself would lust over them with gleaming eyes. Their revolutionary minds flourish as each trinket passes, leading them down the same road, the same path, the path to purpose.

While many of these chosen few continue to cling to these monoliths, some choose to rebel even further, daring to challenge the gods of man. Retribution awaits them, but still some do not concede. They dream these dreams of meaning, so perfect, so utterly beautiful that they believe that no mere mortal could ever rid them of these thoughts. Stones await them, boulders, even, but they do not relent. In the face of attrition, the face of death, they begin to dream the most beautiful dreams of all.

They dream for all of us and none of us.

A world of passion constantly fills their mind, dictated by the languages of love, lust, freedom, serenity, and joy.

And out of these few, these fortunate sons, in the end, only a few remain.

For this they are rewarded.

For this, they achieve meaning.


-DT

 

[FleshLight]

The grass is so green.
The sky is so blue.
Spectre is really great.

 

[Goosemaster]

Originally posted by: FleshLight
The grass is so green.
The sky is so blue.
Spectre is really great.

LOFL

edit: seriously dude, that was the best response I have seen here in a LONG time:laugh:

 

[DainBramaged]

A bitch is a bitch is a bitch....

Ernest Hemingway's response to Gertrude Stein, author of "Rose is a rose is a rose."

 

[dighn]

I'm not into poems but I actually really liked that

 

[Goosemaster]

Originally posted by: dighn
I'm not into poems but I actually really liked that

Actually, I don't even know if it counts as a poem. I didn't know what to call it

 

[judasmachine]

Ennui

Inspiration slips
Into oblivion
Emotion healthy
And starved
Stretch away
And vanish
On the horizon
Leaving this
Husk that
Used to think
And scribble
Like a madman
To machinations
Of imagination
To stare blindly
Into the dark hole
That was creativity.

 

[Goosemaster]

Originally posted by: judasmachine
Ennui

Inspiration slips
Into oblivion
Emotion healthy
And starved
Stretch away
And vanish
On the horizon
Leaving this
Husk that
Used to think
And scribble
Like a madman
To machinations
Of imagination
To stare blindly
Into the dark hole
That was creativity.

nice.

 

[judasmachine]

I've been at it since I could spell. These quick ones come easy, but the longer more proseish stuff, I'm not that good at. If you like poetry, you could visit my artconspiracy.com page, it's under judasmachine also. Some of them are crap though. And the secret to writing is as you've probably heard is to keep doing it whether you're inspired or not.

 

[Willoughbyva]

It's not a poem I don't think. I forget what it is called.

Some people say that all we are is dust in the wind. In a hundred years who will know about us? But I say that tomorrows children will never come unless we do our own thing here at this time. For we all are connected in some way from the past.

 

[Goosemaster]

Originally posted by: judasmachine
I've been at it since I could spell. These quick ones come easy, but the longer more proseish stuff, I'm not that good at.

I just try to put my mind onto paper.

It is really stream of consciousness more than anything else. Of course it centers around an idea or an experience, but since I was a kid of been teaching people things (only a started tutorign a few years ago though) and it all comes out that way....

If anything, I would call them creative perspectives....

 

[Willoughbyva]

It's good to write stuff. It exercises the mind and it takes concentration to write it all down. It keeps the mind sharp and is an outlet for creativity. I think it is good.

 

[judasmachine]

Originally posted by: Willoughbyva
It's good to write stuff. It exercises the mind and it takes concentration to write it all down. It keeps the mind sharp and is an outlet for creativity. I think it is good.

I use it as therapy too.

 

[Willoughbyva]

I need to keep a journal, but am not motivated to do so.

 

[Goosemaster]

Originally posted by: judasmachine

Originally posted by: Willoughbyva
It's good to write stuff. It exercises the mind and it takes concentration to write it all down. It keeps the mind sharp and is an outlet for creativity. I think it is good.

I use it as therapy too.

ditto. can't get enough of that.

The inspiration for this one was seeing 'v for vindetta'. sometimes, when I get the rare chance to watch a movie alone, my mind runs wild. Of course this movie had various political ideologies and comments entrenched thorughout the film, but I glossed over those seemingly on on purpose. IF anything, the situations were so jdaded that they weren't impactful.

Bringing a seemingly mythological and invincible freedom fighter to hte mix is what got my attention.

I found the story of purpose, the story of achieving meaning much more deep and profound, at least to me. Interestingly enough, most of that story took place at the very end, but even then, it sent my mind on a trip.....

For me, my entire life has been about purpose, about meaning, about definition. Certain events conspired to rob me of this, some of my own doing, which is why these sentiments are stronger than ever within me.

Seeing such a blatant vision of purpose, of meaning, of impact, made me really critique my own purpose in life.

 

[Willoughbyva]

BTW Goose, my english professor started us out with stream of conciousness and then we edited it and made it into something we could use for our work. Some schools I hear frown upon such things, but I think it is a good way to do things. It just seems logical.

 

[Goosemaster]

Originally posted by: Willoughbyva
BTW Goose, my english professor started us out with stream of conciousness and then we edited it and made it into something we could use for our work. Some schools I hear frown upon such things, but I think it is a good way to do things. It just seems logical.

As you can probably tell, I edited the hell out of the OP. Notice the lack of typos.

That said, I always like to come back to my works and refine them after I've 'cooled down' so to speak.....


...basically when my mood is more moderate....


The thign about stream of consciousness is that it is not linear, at least for me, and it results in a really messy and disjointed result.

In my case, when I wrote this, I was simultaneously takign the emotions I feel about the real world, Orwell's 1984, ghost in the shell, 2001, and a bunch of other material.

Hell, even John Fogerty got a line i nthat one..

 

[judasmachine]

Originally posted by: Goosemaster

Originally posted by: judasmachine

Originally posted by: Willoughbyva
It's good to write stuff. It exercises the mind and it takes concentration to write it all down. It keeps the mind sharp and is an outlet for creativity. I think it is good.

I use it as therapy too.

ditto. can't get enough of that.

The inspiration for this one was seeing 'v for vindetta'. sometimes, when I get the rare chance to watch a movie alone, my mind runs wild. Of course this movie had various political ideologies and comments entrenched thorughout the film, but I glossed over those seemingly on on purpose. IF anything, the situations were so jdaded that they weren't impactful.

Bringing a seemingly mythological and invincible freedom fighter to hte mix is what got my attention.

I found the story of purpose, the story of achieving meaning much more deep and profound, at least to me. Interestingly enough, most of that story took place at the very end, but even then, it sent my mind on a trip.....

For me, my entire life has been about purpose, about meaning, about definition. Certain events conspired to rob me of this, some of my own doing, which is why these sentiments are stronger than ever within me.

Seeing such a blatant vision of purpose, of meaning, of impact, made me really critique my own purpose in life.

I think I wrote my best work after watching American Beauty. That movie hit me like a ton of bricks.

 

[Willoughbyva]

I have never really known my purpose. The only thing I ever really wanted to do was to do good or help others. I kind of got burned out on it, and people will sometimes take advantage of you for being like that. I think part of why I am the way I am is because I am somewhat older now. I still want to help others, but I don't want to be taken advantage of so much. Plus I got sick for a long while. I still am not 100%, but am better now. I start a new job next week and maybe there will be enough of a helping role to make me like doing it for a living.

 

[Willoughbyva]

American beauty was a great movie. I so badly want to see V is for vandetta. I think I might go see it Sunday.

 

[judasmachine]

I always feel the compulsion to do good for others, but it never works out. Not because friends don't pay you back, but because I crawl inside myself too much. Meaning means virtually nothing to me. I'm here, and I have no clue why. I'm not wholly convinced that this entire world isn't just a delusion in my head.

 

[Willoughbyva]

Yeah. I really liked psychology and sociology when I was in school. Different ideas about how we see things and how others see us. What we do and what others do. How impacts are made.


Most people would say that the meaning of life is happiness. I want to be happy, but sometimes things get in the way. Still it is good to be where I am now and hopefully I can steer myself to good places where there will be more enjoyment than other places where I have tried and only found sadness or contempt.

 

[judasmachine]

call me a cynic or a humanist, but if ya ask me the meaning of life, i'd say life. that is it, live it, love it, nurture it. for all the possible answers i've heard, this one is the only one that makes sense to me. i hate that so many whittle away their lives chasing money, houses, cars, and whatever. i feel they fail to stop to see how simple the answer really is. the most fufilling thing you can do is to leave it all behind, even if for one second.

 

[Goosemaster]

Originally posted by: Willoughbyva
I have never really known my purpose. The only thing I ever really wanted to do was to do good or help others. I kind of got burned out on it, and people will sometimes take advantage of you for being like that. I think part of why I am the way I am is because I am somewhat older now. I still want to help others, but I don't want to be taken advantage of so much. Plus I got sick for a long while. I still am not 100%, but am better now. I start a new job next week and maybe there will be enough of a helping role to make me like doing it for a living.

What really helped me, and is really hard to explain, was my departure from fear. Hoenstly, I don't fear much anymore. I have learned to fear only myself since I am the one who dictates what I believe to be true.

This has led me to this state were I have no fear of beliefs or religion or god, but can respect them to the fullest.

I was actually approached by a christian today at a hardware store who tried to shift a conversation he was having with my dad while he was in line waiting to pay.

We ended up talking for hours, and even at the beginning, when I detected the segway he was making into asking me about my faith, I was compeltely resolute and ready.

He was really emotional an crying while preachign to me, but I was able to listen to his words, to this thoughts, challenge his ideas, all while respecting him, and remain firm in my beliefs....the point is, I gave the man respect, gave his thoughts legitimate attention and scrutiny, and yet stood my ground.

Somehow that is who I am. I am not exactly the person I portray when I post bull on here.

Msot every person that I ever meet, I leave smiling.


The bums in Philly .

You'll have to excuse me as my typing sucks and it is difficult to put this into words

I got fleeced when I first got to philly. This one guy, we used to call him "golden gloves" because he always had a GG chain on and professed to be some old washout that actually made it big once, took advantage of my kindness too many times. I still remeber thos other guy, who had the audacity to question my character, almost enciting a fight with me because I wouldn't give him fore than a dollar. I was weak, didn't want to start a fight with some big black guy at 2am, so I gave the guy a $20 and ran out of there.

Somehow the reality that is philly, changed me.


By the time I left, this is what I would do. No matter, if one asked me for moeny and they looked desholved enough I'd tell them " I am on my way to dinner/lunch and if you want you can join me; otherwise go away"

then I would make them sit there, eatign some food I had bought them, and make them listen to me rant about my lifes problems. Here was the key to it all. they would eventually start askign for moeny, and I would tell them that if they got up and left they would get nothing. So they would stay, and finally, when it hit the boiling point, they would start talking.


Maybe it was a "nah man, let me tell you what it is liek to grow up rough" or whatever, but they woudl eventually start commenting on what I was saying, and to their surprise, I would listen. tehy would critique my problems and not so much try to make me feel better, but show their humanity. ( ididnt need their pity so I wasn't using them or anything) then, through some words, I would force them to at least reveal some truth about themselves, and then I wouldcomment, and to even their own surprise, they would listen.

in the end, when I got up to go, they would ask for something (money, beer, whatever) and I would tell them what I had already given the: respect and dinner/lunch

maybe they'd get a few $'s out of me in food, but almsot everytime, I treated them like human beings and they respected me.

by the end, they stopped asking for money for liqour and would jsut have go dinner with me and chat like old friends.....about their problems...how much moeny they got...all honest stuff....


that's me.

 

[Goosemaster]

Originally posted by: Willoughbyva
Yeah. I really liked psychology and sociology when I was in school. Different ideas about how we see things and how others see us. What we do and what others do. How impacts are made.


Most people would say that the meaning of life is happiness. I want to be happy, but sometimes things get in the way. Still it is good to be where I am now and hopefully I can steer myself to good places where there will be more enjoyment than other places where I have tried and only found sadness or contempt.

I don't remember when but one day finalyl came to the conclusion of what the meanign of life is, if it were to be defined:

The meaning of life is meaning. You strive to define it, and strive to have it define yourself


bascailly, we are much less and yet much mroe than we give ouselves credit for, and our capabilities in terms of moulding our own minds is simpyl astounding. As I wrote in my little essay up there, from the type of people I encounter everyday, only a few people are able to achieve that.