I’d like to explain the poems that I’m putting up. I feel that they deserve at least that, due to their particularity. The Jungle is a poem about Mankind, Good and Evil, and God versus the Devil. After reading it, you will realize my point: “No matter how much good tries, evil will prevail despite it all”. I enjoyed writing The Jungle, as it allowed me to delve deep inside my own mind and pull out the maniac within us all.
‘I’ll Do Anything’ is my favorite I’ve written lately. It is a poem about the all-encompassing love of a girl for a boy, and the devotion that she has for him. The Girl, kills her father, a man who sought to keep the Boy and Girl apart for some reason. I plan on revisiting this story later, perhaps as a short story, perhaps as more poetry. The characters that I started intrigue me: A strong, emotionally powerful Girl, and a weak, easily intimidated Boy. I believe they have a significant future in my poetical works. I have planned on writing some significantly dark, disturbing works and these are just the beginning. Everything until now has been political in some way. I’d like to mark the poetry after this as my “Darkness Period”. It is my debating on the true nature of human beings and the chaos, destruction, and evil contained within all.
Now for a real blog.
Lately I have been greatly affected by the things I’ve witnessed: death, life, creation and destruction. I have realized that it is all around us, at all times, everywhere. It is inescapable. The notion that death is even an example of ‘all things’ is laughable. My own accident causes me to feel a sense of invincibility, to not fear death. I have reached a point in life that many only reach on their death bed: a consignment to the future, contentedness with my eventual death, and the ability to understand the fact that all things die, myself included no matter how hard I attempt to prevent it. I have come to realize that no matter, be it religion, love, addiction, or material wealth, nothing can prevent the inevitable: that all things are born, live a short time (the blink of an eye in eternity), and then die. Thus is the cycle of life. Many find it difficult to grasp, an enigma meant to be explained by Christianity, Buddhism and the other various beliefs of mankind. All focus on the same thing: after Death, you are reborn (in some way). Whether or not I am ‘reborn’, I am content in the fact that my time here on Earth is incredibly short, that I will most likely have no significant impact on the World or Society, but I will leave a legacy. Be it only on friends and family, I will be remembered for being an unique, outspoken, intellectual, and highly philosophical being that managed to have an impact on their own short lives. If the only thing that is remembered of me for at least a generation is that I existed, then I will have accomplished what I have planned: to be remembered. It is what any human being truly wants, be they the most powerful civil rights activist, or most evil and twisted serial killer. I have realized the fact that humans are weak, frail creatures. Egotistical, narcissistic, greedy, hate-filled, and contemptuous. I have accepted that I am a beast, and animal only separated from those who crawl on their bellies or walk on four legs by my ability of thought and self-awareness. I can die happy, knowing that at least I will have done what the human virus was intended to do: exist.
To all those who read this, know that I am but a young man. A man on the verge of adulthood. I have experienced many things. Extremely good things, and horrendously wrong things. I have seen death, and witnessed the creation of life. I have had my fill of heartache, pain, depression, sadness, rejection, and indecision to satisfy that of another 5 people. However, at the same time I have had enough love, acceptance, joy, well-being, and completeness for me to feel at peace with all that has come to pass. I have found it in my soul to forgive those who had previously wronged me. I have found that while I may be weak, human in creation, I have the ability to feel true power. The power of peace. The peace that only comes with the realization that my time will eventually come. That I too will grow old and frail physically. The peace that is defined by the knowledge that I will die, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I hope you are able to eventually become at peace with your own fate, and realize that not a single mortal being is able to change their fate.
Enjoy.
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The Jungle
The depths of a cool pool
-You say a soul?
-Nay, the mind of a psychopath
A visage of honor
Calm, cool, collected, considerate
-Wrong
-Hateful, bestial, instinctual, heathen
Warm moisture, drips, chirps of creatures
A tall canopy of society, values, morals
-Again wrong
-Cesspool of incest, murder, rape, robbery
-Psychopaths are human most base
-Epitome of perfection in corruption
Rustling of leaves, purity
Shush of breath, the sleeping beast within
Clinking of metal, approach of conquistadors
-Laughable, you know
-So wrong again, who listens to you?
-You look to faith as explanations
-Cocky bastard you, perhaps YOU need help
-My beast is released, your ignorant and dumb
The darkness, held at bay by light
A risen and fallen angel, insect versus bird
Shadow of night, the trees shake
-Damn right
-Glad you see it now
-Can’t keep me out forever
-It’s just me and you
-I’m inside your head
Welcome to the jungle
Where reason and chaos co-exist
-But I’m winning
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‘I’ll Do Anything’
Standing, grinning
She smiles and laughs
“What did you expect?”
He shakes his head
A frown, a single tear
“Compassion, perhaps love”
Stare down, tension is palatable
She adjusts her hand
The pistol is heavy, lead-like
He groans, grimaces in fear
Her smile
“You said you loved me”
His frown
“I do, always and forever”
Her finger twitches
“I need your love, and I’ll do anything”
A bang, flash
Warm, soft spray of blood, brain, bone fragments
He grimaces, She smiles
“The bitch deserved death”
Her heavy hand, his tears
“But he was your father”
She grins
“He kept us apart, and I said I’ll do anything”