It’s been a while again.. Like an old lover I can’t stop coming back and yet also like that lover I need a long periods of time in between encounters. So much has been building inside of me that this poem expresses. A frustration with life… it’s over arching purpose is always a canker sore on my mind. I can’t seem to come to grips with the futility of it all sometimes… especially after watching three hours of tv and seeming to be ok with that as an activity. Anyway… I hope you like the poem.. Enjoy!!
It’s redundant this rhythm, this purpose,
This prose.
It’s repetitive and boring, makes me
Feel alone.
An emptiness observant in only those
Old souls.
Who look past the veneer to Reveal
the whole!
I am sighing and dying in every last breath.
Revealing the weakness of this fools last gasps!
There’s nothing new to make beautiful
It’s all old under the sun.
I am repeating the words of dead men
Of the dirt.
Newton’s law persists that I am only recycled.
My ideas are extensions from millions of cycles
Of time that repeated the same old drama Of men,
searching for reason In chaos then dying
With no more understanding of truth, love and the ending.
The perpetual disaster, Our pending doom.
The eternal fraternal evolutional flume,
That cascades with our sins in a cacophony of howls!
Like children on sleds down ice screaming fowl
We are all heading straight for the emptiness
The void
The separation of these molecules into another form of life!!!
ineffablemrjones 
Maybe we each have to keep coming back until we get it right.
But what’s right?
I’d have to say the various religions all share the same basic principles. All I can do is the best I can within those guidelines, and hope that’s enough.
My first impression was – better get back on the SSRIs – but seriously – You are addressing an eternal puzzle and communicating the frustration and despair so very well.
Of course we won’t know the answer (if ever) untl it’s too late to change course. But what if the answer is that every moment is an end and an answer in itself? And that yes, people have been smelling roses forever BUT when you’re in the garden sniffing the new bloom – it’s the FIRST time that flower has been appreciated by you.
Am I making any sense? I think that looking for meaning in the here and now is what makes Zen so interesting.
“Like children on sleds down ice screaming fowl
We are all heading straight for the emptiness
The void
The separation of these molecules into another form of life!!!”
..well..I am hoping I live in the heart of God…the we all do! \.and it isn’t “void” when I die…but that we return to the Love of God—I don’t know—but I am hoping…do you think all this suffering can be for nothing? Too much suffering on this earth…who knows? But I have to live in hope…it is all I have…
You are such a dear poet; I love your work.
I appreciate it