in chicago back again: epilogue: notion i.

notion i.

sail off space.
all notions are
pure $#!+,
and now i am
back in the city,
and must return
towards, under
to the land
of the sheep
where folks slave away
for expensive shiny things
like sweet sixteens on mtv,
and this land of society,
“cultured civilization”
choking and crashing
against itself.
suicidal id
intent on reintroducing
itself with death,
and vision becomes blurry
and cloudy,
so what is real?
when one falls deeper
into meaning or
staring back into hollow eyes,
searching for redemption
and not just another
political statement
as political statements are those of image
of an imagination gone awry
in which the psyche has developed
the schema of an ego,
and actually begins to think
it matters and exists as an
individual entity.
broke to become free.
an economic ability
to purchase anything
while selling out the soul into slavery
while falling in love
with one’s purchasing power,
transforming into a coward
towards a system
that’s become dependent
on products and commodities-
the perks.
and all it took was a few jerks
to set the plans to work
intent on controlling the flow,
oblivious of the tao and the way,
and perhaps someone’s
already mentioned all of this,
and none of it would have to make sense,
or ever come to an ending.
returning to chaos.
a world of rolling stones
with boxes for secrets or
closets with skeletons
waiting to be exposed,
and released of the pressure
of the world of society
and civilization
where one forgets dreams,
and what everything means,
or at once meant
before innocents lost
to cruel economists, which
sold out nature to tourists
where the majority get to serve,
but hardly travel and visit.
there are always exceptions, and
we are just a few
that don’t really matter
just a body with mass on the way
towards the way, which is the way,
says lao tse.
the world a giant body with mass,
so does it matter?
the world is so large,
and i am so small,
and time even less when it’s infinite.
as all concepts are confused about the seasons
caused by global warming
or the apocalypse and the end of days approaching.
who ever is right, and does it matter?
but the life that we live,
and the people we meet,
the parts of the earth we embrace
when we greet the life
of us all a journey
to which one should select
a front row seat.


9 thoughts on “in chicago back again: epilogue: notion i.

  1. I don’t comment much, (lazy is the problem), but I wanted to tell you that I find your poetry to be superb – truly some of the best that I follow in this world of WordPress. I appreciate your work! Peace . . .


  2. You are like me, only much farther ahead than i, you seen the future such as i, there is no place for use here only there no where else to go… Will they ever leave us alone? Why must i disappear?

    Yes, you are like me, but i’m still a baby!


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