My Poetry
Ya, I know … I’m not thought of as much of a poet. But I am. I’m not good at it, but I spend most of by life in deep contemplation … so it is a part of me. At times of deep contemplation and change, I sometimes write some down. And, just so you know … I write weird poetry. I don’t just mean weird as in moody nonsense (which it is). I mean the WAY I write it is weird. I don’t even really like to write it down on paper because that medium is too restrictive. I write poetry that is full of colour (and sometimes animation) or poetry that contains thoughts or phrases that don’t always fit in the normal sentence/paragraph structure (i.e. no punctuation). Sometimes it’s meant to be read word by word or line by line or a few lines at a time. Sometimes words or lines need to be repeated to fully understand where the next line or word is coming from. :-/ This description isn’t making a whole lot of sense to you is it? Ya, didn’t think so! This is how my mind works though. I doubt yours works the same way. But anyway … some examples may help.
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love happiness bliss truth realization sorrow emptiness
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Interpretation: OK. First you will have to work with me on this one. Note how the colour of the words goes from white to black … that’s not just for looks. Each concept leads to the next, with increasing amounts of ‘darkness’. Love being the light. Emptiness being the dark. And Truth being neutral (as it is, right?). In order to progress from one concept to the next, you have to understand that concept. I.e. without love, you cannot know happiness. Without happiness you cannot know bliss. etc etc. You don’t need to finish reading the poem, or learning those concepts … you are free to stop at any point if you feel you cannot go on, or do not want to go on. In life, you really have to strive to reach one of these levels, and be content to stay there. Because progressing to the next level takes away from the preceding levels to almost the same degree as what you’ve gained. It’s all about choices and what you are comfortable with. Think about it, pick a bunch of people you know and put their ‘level’ into the poem. Where do they stand, is that their final resting place or are they moving on to other levels. Are they content where they are? Should they be? Now what’s somewhat interesting to me is where I put ‘realization’ in the context of the others . I think this is the proper place for it, after you have found truth. Others may want to put it elsewhere … but I think they are wrong (yes, I’m a judgemental person. sorry). The other thing that is interesting is where I place myself on the list … I’ll let you figure that out. Let me know what you think.
This is one of those poems I want to animate. Start with all the words in some non light/dark colour (like the same as the title, for example). Then as you click on each word it reveals it’s true shade in my mind. When I do animate this, I will add one more line … ‘end’. Click on that one and the other words start to swirl around as if in a tornado and get sucked in the ‘end’. That is, the ‘end’ consumes all concepts, destroys them … and there is no where else to go. Weird eh? I warned ya!
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I wake each day
to Face the world
not Knowing Why
I am here
To Do something
With profound meaning
I go through life
Out of some desire
I feel happiness in
People around me
Without understanding Why
I am blind
To the reason Why
I cannot sleep.
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Interpretation: OK. This is one of those run-on, repeat a few lines, not sure where a thought begins and ends, kinds of poems. lol. I’ve tried to help you out by breaking it up into lines, and putting some capitalization in there. I recommend you read it over 3-4 times, each time differently. Try reading it first as written, line by line. Then try linking a different number of lines into a single thought (2, 3, or 4 lines at a time - repeating the first line from the previous grouping you made). Or read it from capitalized letter to capitalized letter (including ‘I”), if a capital letter is mid-line, read it with the previous line … and again with the next.
LoL. You think I’m insane now, I know you do. Perhaps I am. Can never be too sure. But this is how the poem poured out of me … phrases blurted out, repeated, not sure what I was saying or where it was leading or ending. That’s how I would like to preserve this poem … and that’s why I find writing it down on paper difficult.
OH by the way … when you are writting poetry, DO write it down. In pencil. Widely spaced. And erase nothing! But correct/rewrite everything. That’s how thoughts come to light. They do not come as easily when you type them into the computer. That’s my method at least. 
I have a few more poems, and working on one right now. But they either aren’t done, or I’m not ready to let them go yet because they are still to ‘real’. I’ll let ya know. 
