Been thinking in Sartre, again, lately.
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wolven7Pain - [Suckerpunch]--- Here's that poem i was talking about... Doesn't really have a title. Simply something i felt that i should write, during World Religions, on Thursday, so i did. Enjoy, i guess.
Working through solitary modes,
distinguishing sound source from echoes.
Realise that backward steps along the Path
are still steps, and misleading turnings
remain within the labyrinth.
I turn my heart North, and harken to sounds
that teach lessons of home,
while the flash and resounding
around me distract.
Or strive to.
And, daily, I struggle
to ignore the illusion,
the Ooh-Ahh immediate empty,
as that's a Way I'd rather not
walk, a bit of infinity
I don't want to know.
Paradoxical views of "All,
except That," because my Love & Respect
supercedes and expands into
all of the Infinity I need.
Airy it may be, but apt,
as it flows from Her to Me,
from Me to Her, and within
and through the two of us.
Greater than sight, sound, or feeling,
more than taste, smell, or Feeling Knowledge.
Without blustering illusive hallucination
there reside, at a core, the centred feelings
of what we are.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
I think i may be getting a cold. I'm trying to fight it off, and stuff, but that's hard when i have little food, no medicinals, and few ways to get any of the above. (Rasputina& Marilyn Manson - [Transylvanian Concubine]). So, for now (and always), i rely on will-power. I tell myself that i feel like this, because i got shitty sleep, today, and am dehydrated. I drink more water, and i plot the time when i will sleep, and sleep well. May that be time be soon.
Thinking of personal responsibility, choice, and transcendence. They intertwine in ways that are not always pretty, but definately... something.
Dream Well
Working through solitary modes,
distinguishing sound source from echoes.
Realise that backward steps along the Path
are still steps, and misleading turnings
remain within the labyrinth.
I turn my heart North, and harken to sounds
that teach lessons of home,
while the flash and resounding
around me distract.
Or strive to.
And, daily, I struggle
to ignore the illusion,
the Ooh-Ahh immediate empty,
as that's a Way I'd rather not
walk, a bit of infinity
I don't want to know.
Paradoxical views of "All,
except That," because my Love & Respect
supercedes and expands into
all of the Infinity I need.
Airy it may be, but apt,
as it flows from Her to Me,
from Me to Her, and within
and through the two of us.
Greater than sight, sound, or feeling,
more than taste, smell, or Feeling Knowledge.
Without blustering illusive hallucination
there reside, at a core, the centred feelings
of what we are.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
I think i may be getting a cold. I'm trying to fight it off, and stuff, but that's hard when i have little food, no medicinals, and few ways to get any of the above. (Rasputina& Marilyn Manson - [Transylvanian Concubine]). So, for now (and always), i rely on will-power. I tell myself that i feel like this, because i got shitty sleep, today, and am dehydrated. I drink more water, and i plot the time when i will sleep, and sleep well. May that be time be soon.
Thinking of personal responsibility, choice, and transcendence. They intertwine in ways that are not always pretty, but definately... something.
Dream Well
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Date: 2004-03-07 06:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-07 07:33 am (UTC)Drink orange Juice and feel better. I'll call you this week so I can return your book.
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