Zdzislaw Beksinski
There is nothing merciful
About these silent departures
For I know neither the source
Nor what manner of apology
Is required to make amends
(if indeed an apology would serve)
Did I return to my fortifications
Withholding my affections
As a miser calibrating his fortune?
Perhaps I never left my tower
And you, curious of the spectacle within
Happened briefly upon my window
Withdrawing only on admission
Did I refuse to come outside
Despite your best intentions?
Or did my nakedness invite rejection?
I do not know if my exertions
Extend beyond my anxieties
If I struggle with individuals
Or merely with the stereotypes
Of society in a more generic sense
Perhaps I think of myself alone
The breath, the progression, the dalliance
Perhaps I am more actor than student
More dreamer than industrialist
I doubt I’ve set one neuron
Outside since conception
I might even be a letter penned
In darkness by one who has concluded
That we are all just machines to freedom
(Can anyone claim autonomy of thought or deed?
Even spontaneity is premeditated for effect )
I am not different enough
To claim another species
And yet all novelty seems
Taboo when first encountered
We learn so much less from success
Success being a script
And so rarely a measure of value
Given the methods of attainment
I think we must be in purgatory
Why else would we repeat
The abominations of our histories?
Perhaps there is a fundamental flaw
In our records, to let the victor alone speak
Does it not assume of gluttony, virtue?
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I don’t usually write down my stream of conscious thoughts because usually they don’t make any sense but today that is precisely what I did haha
And that made perfect sense… a thought-provoking piece. Keep on writing down such streams of thoughts.
Thanks so much Anmol!
I agree with anmo1 – a great, thought-provoking piece!
Thank you Chris =)
It doesn’t have to make ‘sense’ Yves. Great piece.
Thanks Laurie =)
Always welcome Yves. 🙂
stream of thought can be fun…as i think it touches on our more primal thoughts if we truly leave it unfiltered…..trying to understand us…and why we do what we do….will probably drive us to being a bit crazy…ha
I agree Brian lol
Well you should…if they are like this. Very nice
“I think we must be in purgatory
Why else would we repeat
The abominations of our histories?”
i’ve been thinking a lot on these lines.
Thanks Melanie =)
I enjoyed your word so very much. Your pictures and words are always something I look forward to seeing.
Life had always been that way
them agains us
us against them
them and us were simply
groups of people
who agreed to believe the same things
but within the groupings of
them and us
things kept breaking down
into smaller and smaller
them and us groups
until
we destroyed society
and broke into splinter groups
who now each have their own hilltop
and when the four breaks into two
and the two breaks into one
we will each be alone
on a mound of dirt and rock
I wonder if then
our believes and truths
will still be as important
Oh wow there is a powerful lesson in this one I really love it, it reminds of this old story with people wearing the same hat but viewed from different angles the hats appeared to be different. The two tribes started to fight and couldn’t see they were fighting for the very same cause. I did a terrible job telling that my memory fails me haha