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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I wrote this a while ago. I enjoy rhyme. It’s in an Ottava Rima and ABABCC structure.
My life has not been entirely lived in vain,
nor has it been entirely for pleasure,
as within my mind there is an ungovernable source of pain,
disallowing any form of leisure -
and shall certainly end with me going insane!
Whilst life has lost its shine, and my soul it’s hope,
I’m still against being found hanging from a rope.
My Love life has had no source in the apathy that I feel for life,
nor does money - nor a lack of it,
I’m sure that if it were, and I took a woman for a wife,
I’d lose my mind even more; and for death become the more desperate.
Though, why must one always ponder,
surely there’s more after life yonder.
The train of philosophical thought is, I imagine as dangerous as the proverbial promiscuous train,
whilst the power of thought is in itself not too dissimilar to a maze,
and the philosophical teachings alleging to be our map - or super brain;
Thus, leave us with more questions than answers, and in a new malicious haze.
If only there were someone high above to be our guide: not a man in a crane,
but God - you’d think he’d have a Facebook to interact with in these technologically advanced days.
If there is a mystery of life, then surely there is a bigger mystery to death,
and that is - if there is an after life, then why do we bother to die at all and fear that “last breath”?
Now what meaning can I find for life or that which can excite?
I do find promiscuous concubinage to be alluring, although overtly tiring,
I do admit to enjoying the odd piece of Turkish delight,
though, both prior and latter has a finite enjoyment before expiring;
There’s also a sobering thought that shall make one see the light,
which is that all the beauties, prim and super,
still all have to use the pooper.
I love my cat and all animals in their entirety,
I could live with only hearing a meow or the moo of a cow,
I could go without the sight of mankind for eternity,
there’s many reasons for the why and how;
I don’t much understand our reasons for being: before we reach the cemetery,
nor the need to always have a false smile on show.
Though I do wonder if heaven has, Dom perignon,
or skimped out and got wholesale Sauvignon? |
