The Truth or Another Means to Justify Reality Through Long Boughts Of Cognition

In the end

I found the beginning

And lost what I hadn't found.

My soul was no where in it

No where to be bound.

I tried to understand this life

But I got lost in the unimportance

Of my own self worth.

Trapped and oppressed

By how I was percieved

By onlookers

And passer-bys.

This mind tainted

By the ideas and theories

Of others...

Therefore I lost myself

In the reality they told me

Was real...

But it was my mind that made

Me percieve my reality...

What is reality?

But societies standard for

What is right?

What came first

the lion or the lamb?

Was it "God"

Or was it "Man"?

This reality takes shape

As I realize I have no

Recognizable form.

Who am I ?

What are we?

Am I Alone?

Does this make you afriad?

No.

No.

Yes.

And In my denial

I found the will to understand

The question;

The will to stare down

The answer

And not avert my eyes

From the mere truth of my existance.

What is a soul?

What is its purpose?

Where is mine?

I looked deep inside of my self

For the answer

Only to realize that I must first

Look in from the outside.

To Reel myself in

To Open my minds' eye

To how others percieve me.

To how I truly see myself.

I loath

I loath

I hate you!

I hate being alone

I want

I want

I love

I lust

I am human.

What does it mean to be human?

To get hurt?

To make mistakes

To love?

To be afraid

To be loved?

To be cognizant

To percieve my surroundings as reality

To be aware of reality...

Is this all I am?

A cognizent puppet...

A living Doll

To be passed around and taken advantage of?

I fold in upon myself

Having no recognizable shape

I am alone...

No I only percieve that I am

Because I am nothing.

How can I be

If I am nothing?

How can we be If we are nothing?

Suddenly I began to see.

Aren't we the ones who

Create "Gods"...

So, wasn't it we who created ourselves?

We found form

We took shape

We Adapted

The end

Justifys

The beginning...

And so we started out as one

In the end

And became so in the beginning.

Friday May 29th, 2009

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I don't expect people to like this one....I say bring on the rain :P

Reviews

[Jason]

Don't just like it...I love it....and must agree with the questions you ponder within this one. Such truthful questioning, as humans that many have...and that many many others fail to acknowledge for whatever reasons. I often have found myself trying to break down the simple question "Who are we"? As humans we are made up of our pocessions mostly, and our love for others, and our desires to be...., But, to simply question who we are seems to be an overload of the mind sometimes....
I love it Ice! I think the questions are right on point, and bow down once again to your fearless nature....

Thank you for sharing

Jay