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"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
A paradigm is a pattern of conceptual theory.
The basic building block that a child will utilize to develop skills where in time, the repetitiveness of certainties is a pattern attributed to the child's development.
The recognition factor is termed focus.
The paradigm that I created, started four years ago while I was creating Mirror, Mirror unbeknownst to me until yesterday, the pattern or paradigm manifested itself to me, as a grown-up liken to a child still developing.
Extraneous words, helter-skelters, meaningless, i.e., when they are apart. Put them together, they become recognizable factors worthy of focus.
The pattern, a deductible product of a paradigm, now becomes a newly created paradox--that happens to be four years old.
Parts I & II set the stage. No solid lead, just hints. Part III, the performance of a lifetime, or at least four years worth. A message, that sat idle in a book, received via simple quantum knowledge of connecting the dots. Extraneous with extraneous, this and that, with that and this--and voila, a pattern, a paradigm, a paradox.
Part IV was the explanative of a possible, coup de grace/final act, or je ne sais quoi/difficult to explain. After all, it's been four years ago, nothing then, maybe nothing will. Part V puns to ponder--a breather for this Part VI.
Soon Part VII, not much unless some intervening factor develops. Quantum knowledge is like the Moon, best seen in parts, for its fullness is worthy to behold. Inspirational teachings, like Music Class, harmonically.
I wonder how to understand
The journey finding the meaning
Of every day mundane living
Perpetual repetitiveness of cycles
That we are stuck in from the
Moment of our birth
All the way to the death
I wonder what keeps people
Going when there is no destination
Other than certain death
And there is no way to find
Anything that would serve
As a point of reference
Even if everyday reality feels
Totally solid and real
Behind the illusion of veil
There is nothing we can
Recognize or even fathom
How is it living in the world
That is inexplicable mystery
Locked away from our senses
People manage to embark
On a journey and sustain
Everyday living stream
Even when there is nothing
To hold on and keep living
We keep dreaming
And keep trying
And keep dying
Without knowing
Why we are doing this
So used to action
Everything fast paced
Instant gratification
Worlds away from reality
First job, too boring
Find out they have to take orders?
No way!
Lots of cleaning. What is the point?
Annoyed at the slow pace, the tedious repetitiveness.
Become irritated, quit.
Thinking someone else will pay your way
For the rest of your life?
Sadly, it happens for some
Parents enabling these grown up babies
Until they are crippled
Playing video games all night
Sleeping during the day
Living in their parents’ home well into their 50’s,
Never being accountable, never paying a bill.
They are in for a big shock when something happens to their parents.
sometimes i sleep so long i forget to eat.
i think it’s supposed to hurt like bruises blooming purple on my skin,
so i press my thumbs against the moons under my eyes like checking fruits for ripeness.
my room has began collecting things:
half-drank glasses of water and trash spilling out the bin.
my teeth fall off every night in my dreams.
june creeps in quietly and it comes in every shade of blue.
i numb myself to avoid every thought but you.
i keep leaving my curtains closed the whole day
yet i ask myself where are the sun rays.
i just keep hoping this will all just fix itself.
while you’re out there living your mornings im drowning in my own dread.
maybe tomorrow it’ll be august instead.
maybe tomorrow the rotten fruit will be dead.
Stranger come closer
And take my heart
Alive and beating
Hold it in your hands
The moment is fleeting
I am afraid it might
Not be alive by the end
Of the day of tomorrow
Overwhelmed by sorrow
For the world sinking
Into meaningless hollow
Repetitiveness of empty
Lonesome existence
Step by step slowly
Like darkness follows
The light of the day
In to the pitch of the night
Save my heart for the time
When it starts beating
Alive in unison again
With awakening world
After hibernating in cold
Outskirts of cosmos
Let then my heart be free
And fly into the future
Described by poets beauty
Locked in the prisons
By the rulers of the world
Who did not believe
There is eternal goodness
Hidden in the heart of a human
Which will be awakened
When the wind of change
Comes from the North
Blowing away the chaos
From the surface of the earth
And destroy the thrones
Of evil that has been ruling
This world for too long
Then the heart will awaken
And will sing a song
In the breaking of dawn
Of a new life coming
Stranger be my hearts keeper
So, it will sleep safely
In your hands till morning
That is inevitably coming