My poetic opus, as it stands. This is a three part piece I wrote over the course of four years (first part was originally written in 2008, published the following year). Im thinking of adding onto it after a nearly four year absence, but in a vastly different direction. Beginning to End (Parts I-III) ©2009-2014 Al-Is-In-Chains Life is The sum of all our shortcomings, The story of all our transgressions, And the weathering of all our miseries, Our life is An ink-stain upon a page, A pebble amongst a pile, Yet still epic in the beauty of its tragedy, Life is The time spent surviving Love, loss, loneliness, Benediction, bigotry, belittlement, And the slow and steady process of dying, Our lives are Inconsequential, as glorious as they are, As gorgeous and complex and unsung as they are, Our lives are only Beginning to end. ---- It always starts like this, With a spinning room and a sunrise, Head in hands asking Whats it all for? And then I pass out drunk And drift into a realm Of ambiguous nightmares, Only to come-to later that day And to come to the bitter realization That life itself is like those ambiguous nightmares, Only more concrete; And thats when I say to myself I wont drink today, Slipping out of a bed full of nobody, Approaching the day with cautious optimism, Or perhaps just pragmatic pessimism; And I work, And I work, And I work, Like some kind of barely-functional machine, Blocking all non-productive processes Like thinking And feeling; Then the tail-end of the night Wags itself in my face, And everything comes rushing back And I have to get out of this place; And I retreat to my little Safe haven of self-destruction And I resign, I resign myself from any feeling of ease Cause those feelings just arent for me, And I resign myself to this disease And I know now That the ends the same as the beginning, Just beginning to end, And it ends like this, With a spinning room and a sunrise. --- This is the first day Of the rest of what I call a life. I get up the fifth time I wake up Sometime around three P.M. Step out, smoke, I dont eat- Breakfast has become a concept Lost on me- Shave, shower, dress, drive, Work, work, work, drink. Its just routine. Its the beginning of the end, Begging to end.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 07:50:21 +0000
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