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As the world shifts, the views distorted,
Illusion becomes reality, while reality becomes...
A sad fate this world has fallen into,
An endless pit of horrid darkness,
The light forever gone, as reality...
The things that once were clear,
Like the innocent pools of water,
Hidden in the depths of nature,
Are now clouded, and tainted,
As the mud and filth, scour the water.
What was mature, is young,
What was young...
All things should come and go,
Yet to old age survives men,
And to the very end, fighting;
What is it that makes us?
What is it that unmakes us?
Is what we think real, real?
Has illusion usurped reality?
Truely has reality become...
The depths of imagination,
Are endless and strange,
But it also corrupts us,
For it is imagination that makes illusions,
The very things that blind us.
Is illusion better than reality?
Or has the fake become real?
Is there no straight path?
A direct line towards the destination?
Curving, and misleading...
| Well I liked this, though it seemed kind of burnt to me. (maybe a few too many beers the night before?) It seemed to tell a decent story but it left a lot of loose ends that I believe could have been tied up and should have. I did like it though and I shall try to read more of your work to better analyze. -sin||| Posted on 2005-04-11 00:00:00 | by sinmore | [ Reply to This ] || Either this is highly confusing or I'm just thick - I'm not sure which. I'm glad the questions aren't meant to be answered as I wouldn't have a clue where to start...anyway - I'll stop babbling now as it's quite clear I didn't understand a word of what I just read and I don't wish to look any more of a dumbass. Thanks||| Posted on 2004-06-22 00:00:00 | by selfbetrayal | [ Reply to This ] || Okay, I really don't get the exact meaning here. This is very, very deep. It really makes you think though. Very different, I agree with everyone else, This really seems to fall into philosophical exploration. Very well done though.|
|| Posted on 2004-06-21 00:00:00 | by HeartachesAftermath | [ Reply to This ] || Loss of innocence? or the curse of knowing?|
The term stream of consciousness comes to mind. Unfortunately, it seems I can't find the meaning behind the poem, only a continuation of philosophical exploration. Is imagination a gift or a curse? Wisdom is a curse, so why isn't imagination a curse? That's my view of it, and your array of question marks have befuddled the makings of a groggy and worn mind.
|| Posted on 2004-06-21 00:00:00 | by EternitysLyre | [ Reply to This ] || I think the philosophical exploration, which this poem addresses is the meaning of the piece. Philosophical questions are posed but are not meant to be answered and that it is the end. I think this poem is so intelligently written and you have given it a wonderful creative edge with the visual imagery in which you have chosen. Well done, indeed.||| Posted on 2004-06-21 00:00:00 | by Belle De Jour | [ Reply to This ] |