Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets
Deep in thought traveling in my own mind
Reflecting the history of events in my life
Feeling the hate
Experiencing the pain
Becoming addicted to my own rage
Coming to terms of my violent nature
Hating myself for events of my past
Judging others that remind me of me
Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets,
Set in space and time my body, my soul and my mind aches in this relative place
Little did I realize my eternal place.
Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets
My body resting in this world of time and space
Deep in thought traveling through my own soul
Remembering loves embrace
Questioning why God has put me in this place
For how my soul began to ache
At this time in my life when I lost loves embrace
Little did I realize the purpose of this place.
Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets
With hesitation but driven by my need to experience
I take in the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil
Now I lie in a cocoon of sheets
My body still resting in this world of time and space
Being held down by Satan's embrace
All my self hatred
All my judgments
Even the strength of my addiction to rage could not rescue me from this place
All of sudden like a great shock of truth the buzz came over me
"Holy shit" I'm no longer in this relative place stuck lying in a cocoon of sheets stuck in time and space.
Here my body lies wrapped in a cocoon of sheets being held down by demons I think
As a serpent winds around my body
The fear takes over me as my mind searches for an explanation and then I realize
With out a doubt
This body I call my own is not me, it's my shell lying in a cocoon of sheets.
When all reason failed to make my fear dissipate
I turned to God,
SNAP or maybe it was just a loud CRACK
"Surrender" "Surrender" "Surrender"
Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets
Traveling eternally within myself
Reflecting the history of events in my life
Seeing the beauty of my youth
Experiencing the beauty of the pain
Understanding the purpose of the hate
Appreciating the strength to overcome it
Holding no grudge
Feeling no hate
Experiencing the love and knowing the beauty
I'm just some dude with knowledge of the human condition beyond the filter of fear and insecurity down the core of person's essence of being human or toad. Other than that; I’m that man that sees the world from another’s shoes and reflects upon the existence of their happiness or misery while they themselves are controlled by their own fears and insecurities for which I see as strings to be pulled by some puppet master within or outside of their own existence.
I am who I am because of great pain, great fear, great hate, great forgiveness, great truth and great Love; all of which encompass one person, God. I guess you could say that I am who I am because of God. It is because of God that “I am”; I know this to be true because I am aware of the self.
Every person no matter who you are has deep epiphanies at one time or another. When they hit you something within resonates and that inner voice tells you that you've just figured something out. Most people acknowledge the truth and then it is lost to time and never applied and never pondered again. Many years ago I began taking note of my epiphanies in writing and with a Dictaphone that I would carry by my side. My epiphanies would come to me while I was in many different states of mind. I may have been sober or in some altered state of meditation. This note taking turned into my philosophical journal of truths that I have come to in my life. This Blog is my attempt to translate my philosophic journal into a poetic format. Let’s just face it, not many people would read a philosophy book. My goal is to submit my poetic prose to the Walt Whitman Award and my blog is my way of holding myself to the fire.
I am who I am because of great pain, great fear, great hate, great forgiveness, great truth and great Love; all of which encompass one person, God. I guess you could say that I am who I am because of God. It is because of God that “I am”; I know this to be true because I am aware of the self.
Every person no matter who you are has deep epiphanies at one time or another. When they hit you something within resonates and that inner voice tells you that you've just figured something out. Most people acknowledge the truth and then it is lost to time and never applied and never pondered again. Many years ago I began taking note of my epiphanies in writing and with a Dictaphone that I would carry by my side. My epiphanies would come to me while I was in many different states of mind. I may have been sober or in some altered state of meditation. This note taking turned into my philosophical journal of truths that I have come to in my life. This Blog is my attempt to translate my philosophic journal into a poetic format. Let’s just face it, not many people would read a philosophy book. My goal is to submit my poetic prose to the Walt Whitman Award and my blog is my way of holding myself to the fire.
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