Best Philosophylost Poems
A soul unites with a vessel. With no preconceived notion of what lies ahead.
A soul, upon arrival is molded by senses, by experiences, by emotions.
A soul is innately adept at navigating the treacherous and tumultuous upheaval
created by conscious thought.
For if not.........
A soul becomes lost
A lost soul acts within a vessel ,yet remains unattached, unaware, and unbalanced
A lost soul can not process its own feelings, its own reality, its own existence
A lost soul has no sense of direction, no sense of reason, no sense of purpose
It clings only to the will to press onward
For if not............
A soul becomes trapped
A trapped soul is bound to its vessel. One entity caged within another.
A trapped soul dwells in circles on that which enslaves it. Unwilling, unable
A trapped soul withers, and weakens, and wonders.............and near its end it hopes
And in this hope the shackles that bind need be unbreakable
For if not..................
A soul becomes free
A free soul is independent of its vessel.Unrestricted, unencumbered and in control
A free soul molds that which lies before it, reaching beyond comprehension.
A free soul has found itself. It does not gain understanding, it is understanding. It
does not seek purpose, it is purpose. I does not fear life, It is life.
For if not...........
A soul becomes irrelevant
He reached the slope of lost dreams.Mountains and snow twisting like a veil
around shadows heavy and insisting.He watched the clouds change form,
becoming the echo of his breath.Slope of lost words.Somewhere between heaven and
earth,he stood behind the white quietness and whispered:''Close your eyes,
unreachable sky!Everyone who dies,remembers.To the open sea of infinity let me
fly!''And like that, without shoes, without redemption rolled on the snow. He reached
the white cliff and came back. If he fell, he would reached the top.White convictions
floated on the snow.Only if time was more than a heavy diversion!
Horses of freedom were travelling with him among snowflakes and naked trees of
passion.Their steps were leaving traces like a phantom limb,stating all these passages
which formed the seasons' conscience.The white river was floating with a constant row
like the weapon that has even another bullet inside.''Pull the trigger!Do it!'' His scream
was the only blow.The journey of destiny was interrupted over the icy road.
So he made his own.Returning the time that he borrowed,he changed his Thursday and
left for the unknown.Now he is looking from the top of a white world the glass doors of
others, throwing stones to break them.He reached the abyss of purity, as an Edenic
mortality on hell.He was the Dominant. Nothing left to judge, nothing to condemn.
Tandy was the homecoming queen,
Every boy’s fantasy;
She wed the high school quarterback,
They split at thirty three.
Tandy was still quite beautiful,
And had her choice of men.
But they always disappointed,
It seemed she couldn’t win.
At thirty six she was approached
By several younger men.
They made her feel like she once did,
And wanted to again.
She chose a boy of twenty two
When she was thirty eight,
They rode off into the sunset,
Like a storybook fate.
But time was catching up to her,
And soon she lost her looks.
Her fairytale would take a turn,
Contrary to the books.
At fifty one, she looked her age,
While he looked thirty five.
They stopped going out together,
Their romance lost its drive.
He was in his mid-life crisis,
His youth was all but gone,
With Tandy he just felt older,
It was time to move on.
He wanted to feel young again,
And so, at thirty nine,
He wed a girl of twenty two,
And left Tandy behind.
Tandy died at sixty seven,
With no one at her side.
And when they laid her soul to rest,
No mournful tears were cried.
Her boy had problems of his own
He now looked fifty one,
His wife was young and beautiful,
It felt like a rerun.
She left him for a younger man,
And just tossed him aside.
One drunken night he ate his gun,
Committing suicide.
We fight the ravages of time,
As we cling to our youth,
A cougar in a sea of cubs,
Who cannot face the truth.
For those who can’t accept their fate,
When time begins to groan.
This tale of woe, and tragedy,
Could, one day, be your own.
Is it truly better to have loved and lost or is that conception;
Nothing more than an acceptance of convenient choice?
Objectively thinking maybe it is nothing more than;
A refraction of a light beam coming off some shattered piece;
Of what is felt to be ones broken heart.
Who’s to say what this life is really all about but;
It is remembered that a young pretty once defined reality as;
“What ever was convenient for the moment”
So for today some may chose it more acceptable to have lost then never played.
And do so until it no longer bares convenience but;
In defense of the many cause's of uncertainties consider;
What are now accepted realities were once practiced judgements of destruction;
Often resulting in condemnation.
Take Plato or Galileo for example.
inside mortal tears
losing all that we hold dear
finding naught but fear
inside mortal souls
full of hate, and full of holes
die from mortal tolls
inside mortal hate
anger never does abate
leaving us to fate
human destiny
that we always cannot see
never sets us free
enslaved by our mind
we can never seem to find
eternal chains bind
we have lost ourselves
our eternal spirit delves
we have lost ourselves
we see only fear
grasping all that we hold dear
slowly, shed a tear
lost within, we scream without.
screaming without, we lose ourselves
I lost the power to reason
I lost the reason to fight
I fight for silence
I silence the night
if you were lost in the trees
would you just wander about
and embrace the enticing breeze
and stop trying to figure it out
would you lay down in the leaves
and watch the shadows lengthen
with the air falling in degrees
as the glow of the stars would strengthen
so if you are ever lost in the trees
just forget that you had something to do
because it will be moments like these
when you find the path inside of you
When faith is lost in all you know,
and all you love is dead.
We find ourselves without our chains,
but losses, greater than the gains,
imprisons us with all we're shown
What is left when you've lost all faith in Humanity?
The journey of a tear drop,
heralds a wall broken down.
Having held back the feelings,
that once started, cannot stop.
Heralds a wall broken down,
infidelity arrives, lost trust,
that once started, cannot stop.
Happiness, not love, but lust.
Infidelity arrives. Lost trust.
Confusion of what you feel.
Happiness, not love, but, lust.
You are on a spinning wheel.
Confusion of what you feel,
spawning hatred, when you lose all.
You are on a spinning wheel,
you are destined for this fall.
Spawning hatred when you lose all,
having held back the feelings.
You were destined for this fall,
the journey of a tear drop.
Entry for contest: Word Hurl
Hostess: Farah Chamma
Placement: none