transcendence is dead so lets trancendance instead

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By alphadog1

Sat, 16 Aug 2014
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There is no door for there is no gate
As there is no love for there is no hate.
Only the now of the now that here in time exists
Across the bar where the priest sits to shallowly shrive. 
And amid the frottage and the oh so slow ruddy tub
The circumspect take a step back in their perspective
To admit that there is no real line to cross. 
For the Gods here are dark and are so very wild
While we are merely thought filled ghosts
That jiggle a dangled dance upon their stage.

And as the soft play rises to a slow high climax
We say fare thee well to the oh so majestic sun
For twilights soft kiss has come far too soon
With the rising of the ripe bloody red moon.
So dance till the skin sweat starts to rise
And dance till the eyes glisten so very bright
Lets dance till the bones and the body aches
Just dance because now it’s too fucking late!
For it’s not really hope that humanity desperately needs
It is faith lived as a blind unfathomable instinct received 
Like an arrow caught in sudden grasp of flight
Or a push off a cliff Just so we can scream and bellow
From beyond the near frosted bridge
that dares to rise up through the swirling mist.

And as the madrigal slips to drift upon the world of skies 
The ancient feathers of the angels who fly so gently glisten
As our weary ears deftly over time have closed to listen 
And while the silent orb of the now blocks a hidden sun
the gallant hero lifts howl screaming that he is the one
As this ruptured torpid world slowly slips up a gear,
Here I leave no tear or a tear and I lift a sigh as I fly
For I twist and turn away from transcendence
To gladly accept your hand and tancendance instead.

© 2014 adh

 

 

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Submitted by Geoff Smith on

You could not get a more direct counterpoint to SalimMeghani's poem (though thinking about is his is counterpoint to yours since you posted first). You've got a great sense of drama here - though I do feel that some of your metaphors just sort of hang without sufficient detail to make your meaning clear - 'Beyond the bridge that rises up through the mist'', 'the world slowly slips up a gear', and even 'There is no door for there is no gate'. They all sound great but I'm struggling to understand what function of the imagery is at times.

 

Oh,I forgot to say - great vocabulary here too.

Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.

Submitted by alphadog1 on

I really don't know, that's why I ask. 

the idea behind the poem is simple  word play. 
I could add detail but then that would be more show and less tell. 

sometimes  just dancing is all that matters. 
why look for meaning behind what is there? 

These are all the central themes to the text. its not about trying to find some great sense of the divine its accepting that the divine is here and in us now.  We send our lives looking to the past to blame ourselves for our future mistakes, and yet  never face the now with any sense of real conviction. 
essentially the Latin phrase seize the day  is the heart behind the text. 

i hope that helps.  I have been reading a lot of James Joyce recently, he dances with metaphors and that is not a bad thing (...) at least from where I am sitting. 

love 
AD1 

 

Submitted by Geoff Smith on

Ah, The Power of Now.

I don't know who Salim is either. He (i think ) posted a poem shortly after you did. :)

 

Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.

Submitted by alphadog1 on

then perhaps  the muse is behind this.  We should listen. 

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on

nah its crap. 
For some reason half of the text is missing in the copy and pasting from the word doc. yes its annoying.