Reverberation of Mind and the Thoughts from Inner Worth:
by Erk Whocares
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Poetry
description:
Hodge-podge of bullshit
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June is too fucking hot… 1 am and 98 degrees…
In regards to thy 'Self' the individual discovers the relative nature to the assumed premises. Some may find importance in the initial premise of "what and who", but in retrospect it dwindles down to mere irrelevance, because in regards to the 'self' the individual may never fully arrive at an adequate (sound) answer. To contemplate who thy 'self' really is concludes in ultimate delusion, but not in a state of illusion which can be differed from what is real, rather the quest arrives at this ultimate illusion for all.
Regardless of the relative nature of aforementioned premises the 'ultimate delusion' is an affect of the self's inferiorities and confinement of ego.
Must we prolong the inevitable…?
Insomnia the proverbial double-edged sword….
Befuddled with the fact the sun will rise whether you like it, or not….
Master of all who cannot find a way to fall a sleep,
Eventually the repetition taxes the soul…
Somewhere in the middle of no where you will find a city boiling during the day and stewing at night. A heavily populated place where the asphalt never completely cools down from the unrelenting heat of the day, and gaudy nights filled with electric unrest. When the sun sets on Somewhere in the Middle a cruel and deceiving metamorphosis absent of reliefwill take place, the air will seem eerily stagnate and hot, yet filled with the sounds of active crazies out-and-about. An extra thick layer of salty sweat covers all, thus adding conductivity to the already insulated atmosphere of man made wonders?smoggy skies and overdriven roads.
What is the 'self'? Is it something tangible that a person can measure, or is it a creation of a person's super ego? Will a person ever truly find this so called 'self'? If they do find this 'self' what reflection may that person take away as insight and enlightenment upon the essence of their reality? Time passes, days go by, and all assume to know thy self, however this assumption is of fallacious nature. To pull a page from the great book of clichés; to assume is to make an ass out of you and me. So in regards to freeing the mind from this assumed ignorance, the self must be discarded, and only thought of as a means of measuring 'true essence', in other words what is really real, and at least a measuring stick for the individual seeking this insight upon the 'self'.
At day break a metamorphosis takes place,
The freaks hold up inside to avoid the hell outside their door during the day, but night inevitably comes, and forces a static energy to run amok. For most of the year this City will seem uninhabitable, though much is to the contrary: active is to say the least and two-faced isn't elaborating enough…Probably Should Go to Bed
Oh! Why must fate leave us all alone?
Purveyor of all disjunctive thoughts,
Catalysts to bi-polar ways…
Tired thinking that takes the long road to nowhere,
Humility, humbleness, and the inevitable take hold…
In darkness dwells the mystery of hypothetical…
Up all night wide awake, and up doing so much,
Yet getting so little done…
Brevity brought by somnolence, and introspective missiles aimed for the head…
An Exploratory Emancipation from the Mad to Insane…
Slip into the unconscious consciousness…
As night morphs into day the first rays of sun fortify typical insomniacs with thoughts of paradox…
Must we sit here and see time disappear,
Most everyone has a hold on who they think they are, but the following is an exploration into the fallacious nature of the dangers involved when assuming to know something outside the grasp of 'mind'. The falsehood arrived at is due to the matter of fact about matter, we see it, touch it, but cannot prove it really is there. So in a reality where so many things are assumed because they appear true a relative TRUTH overrides the ability to dissect this enthymeme: if nothing may ever be 'real', then who are we to assume to know 'Self'?
Before we get the chance to be witness to the change…
Insomnia is a bitch…
Insomniac nights leave you a little jaded in the head…
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In regards to thy 'Self' the individual discovers the relative nature to the assumed premises. Some may find importance in the initial premise of "what and who", but in retrospect it dwindles down to mere irrelevance, because in regards to the 'self' the individual may never fully arrive at an adequate (sound) answer. To contemplate who thy 'self' really is concludes in ultimate delusion, but not in a state of illusion which can be differed from what is real, rather the quest arrives at this ultimate illusion for all.
Regardless of the relative nature of aforementioned premises the 'ultimate delusion' is an affect of the self's inferiorities and confinement of ego.
Must we prolong the inevitable…?
Insomnia the proverbial double-edged sword….
Befuddled with the fact the sun will rise whether you like it, or not….
Master of all who cannot find a way to fall a sleep,
Eventually the repetition taxes the soul…
Somewhere in the middle of no where you will find a city boiling during the day and stewing at night. A heavily populated place where the asphalt never completely cools down from the unrelenting heat of the day, and gaudy nights filled with electric unrest. When the sun sets on Somewhere in the Middle a cruel and deceiving metamorphosis absent of reliefwill take place, the air will seem eerily stagnate and hot, yet filled with the sounds of active crazies out-and-about. An extra thick layer of salty sweat covers all, thus adding conductivity to the already insulated atmosphere of man made wonders?smoggy skies and overdriven roads.
What is the 'self'? Is it something tangible that a person can measure, or is it a creation of a person's super ego? Will a person ever truly find this so called 'self'? If they do find this 'self' what reflection may that person take away as insight and enlightenment upon the essence of their reality? Time passes, days go by, and all assume to know thy self, however this assumption is of fallacious nature. To pull a page from the great book of clichés; to assume is to make an ass out of you and me. So in regards to freeing the mind from this assumed ignorance, the self must be discarded, and only thought of as a means of measuring 'true essence', in other words what is really real, and at least a measuring stick for the individual seeking this insight upon the 'self'.
At day break a metamorphosis takes place,
The freaks hold up inside to avoid the hell outside their door during the day, but night inevitably comes, and forces a static energy to run amok. For most of the year this City will seem uninhabitable, though much is to the contrary: active is to say the least and two-faced isn't elaborating enough…Probably Should Go to Bed
Oh! Why must fate leave us all alone?
Purveyor of all disjunctive thoughts,
Catalysts to bi-polar ways…
Tired thinking that takes the long road to nowhere,
Humility, humbleness, and the inevitable take hold…
In darkness dwells the mystery of hypothetical…
Up all night wide awake, and up doing so much,
Yet getting so little done…
Brevity brought by somnolence, and introspective missiles aimed for the head…
An Exploratory Emancipation from the Mad to Insane…
Slip into the unconscious consciousness…
As night morphs into day the first rays of sun fortify typical insomniacs with thoughts of paradox…
Must we sit here and see time disappear,
Most everyone has a hold on who they think they are, but the following is an exploration into the fallacious nature of the dangers involved when assuming to know something outside the grasp of 'mind'. The falsehood arrived at is due to the matter of fact about matter, we see it, touch it, but cannot prove it really is there. So in a reality where so many things are assumed because they appear true a relative TRUTH overrides the ability to dissect this enthymeme: if nothing may ever be 'real', then who are we to assume to know 'Self'?
Before we get the chance to be witness to the change…
Insomnia is a bitch…
Insomniac nights leave you a little jaded in the head…
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