"instinctual passions are stronger than reasonable interests."*<><><><><><>I.From the stones of the Earth a Temple I'd made.Its Tower was Blasted: in its ruin I played.Now, these stones in the Earth, I'll just leave them there;My Temple's rebuilt: it's Foreverywhere! II.I never wanted to participate; but I signed up for the game and its far too late. Woven into the Web of such a wicked fate and again I find myself contemplating hate. I watched the needle slide into her vein; I felt a Heart dissolve, so torn with pain. I've known the plight of the drug-afflicted, self-addicted, and I humbly implored to GOD: why remain? A Light shines through the Window; a broken vessel, a bleeding Heart. That Heart still pumps for tomorrow and now we know: there's nowhere else to go. A good hangover for levity; a calm reminder of our misery. Indolence from futility: watch it breed, the seed of the Nu Machine... III.Creation doesn't abide by our intelligent design. IT has its own voice, its own source, for which we are but the vessel. The Wind and the Trees are laughing in our honor. The Sun and the Moon are joyously dancing to the tune of the Cosmic Silence. GOD enthroned within binds our feet to Hell on Earth as our hands caress the Vault of Heaven, to lovingly undress Her, to tear asunder the veil that keeps her from us. Our Lust is a Vampire, the immortal instinct for which we live and die a gothic romance. To spurn the kiss of those lips is to drive the stake into our own Heart. It's a Beautiful Tragedy, the everyday psychodramatic recoil of the hopelessly neurotic. But the Wind and Trees are still laughing; the Sun and Moon are still dancing. And GOD still whispers the Secrets of Eternity into eager ears.<><><><><><>""If the development of civilization has such a far-reaching similarity to the development of the individual and if it employs the same methods, may we not be justified in reaching the diagnosis that, under the influence of cultural influences, some civilizations, or some epochs of civilization - possibly the whole of mankind - have become 'neurotic'?"* *Both quotes from Sigmund Freud's Civilization And Its Discontents; emphasis in the latter quote, however, is mine.
"I watched the needle slide into her vein; I felt a Heart dissolve, so torn with pain. I've known the plight of the drug-afflicted, self-addicted, and I humbly implored to GOD: why remain?" That part really spoke to me. I'm going through that shit (observing it happen to a good friend, not doing it to myself) right now and it sucks. I don't speak mystical jibber jabber, so some of your poem I can't fully understand. That's not an insult though, I happen to speak beatnik jibber jabber, which is far more incomprehensible than the former. Good poem man.
No offense taken. lol. When I read "I don't speak mystical jibber jabber": It made me laugh really joyfully. Much appreciated. I've delighted as equally in the Swamp of Debauch as I do in the Mystickal Transcendance. Both paths lead back to the same infinitesimal point. A balanced practice of both lifestyles equilibrates one with the Absolute. Unfortunately, however, it does not always keep one's friends from killing and/or ruining themselves and each other. But it is a start.
Oh man, this poem is great but the replies are hilarious. I speak mystical jibba jabba and psuedo beat jive. I think we all speak our own languages, claim words and assign them personal meanings. There's the whole Whorf-Sapir thesis, every poet/writer should dig on that for a while if they know the power of words. Part one is really nice, you should inscribe it on a door or better yet a doorless door frame. Part two is well done but hits too close to home, what with the watching friends take the H-train to doom too many times myself. Part three is awesome. I can't pick out lines because they're all great. I like only some of what Frued did I'll grant he makes some good points but I'm a Jung man myself. Based on the words I've seen you word here I think you might dig him too. Perhaps you already have. Great stuff, really
Yes, I give equal respect to both men for their pioneering of modern psychoanalysis. I think they would both be consumed with disgust if they were to see the kind of zombie machine all that hard-won intellectual striving has become today. Modern Psychiatry, like much of Western Medicine, is first and foremost an economical structure, much to the detriment of its patients. The Medical Industry's treatments for drug abusers are equally suspect. Methodone Clinics come to mind.
