THE LONELY ROMANTIK June 3, 2014 Like the opposite for love is hate, why is there no fitting word to describe the juxtaposition of lonely? Maybe because there is no flipside for lonely. Maybe because secretly we are all lonely. Sincerely searching for some-thing that will fill us up. Passed enough. This is why I never post what the master wrote. For even he, Jalaludin Rumi Was a pump faker. Chasing an eternity he could never quite touch. Expressing a unity he could never quite imagine. Escaping a loneliness he could never quite grieve. I once found myself in the centre of ecstasy. A crowd of beautiful souls wedged toe to toe, neck to beautiful bones in what seemed to be a celebration of togetherness. But within that cyclonic eye, one third of me felt satisfied While two thirds wept more emptiness than a rain barrel bought but only remembered to be opened after the deluge had subsided. The intention to find purpose in existence is sometimes not enough to quench the thirst of those who sip from lonelys cup. And my thoughts could not trace it. This devil of a feeling. I caught myself wondering, How could I ever know love if I have never been in love with the solitude in myself ? Am I my greatest nemesis? Is darkness the absence of light? Does evil even really exist? Is all that I have learned just a myth? Am I just a wish forgotten in a well? A neglected abyss? An illusive oasis? A flicking mosquito! More questions than answers for sure but after shoulder shrugging with the most jovial of creatures Sweat, smiles, open chests and pumped fists mixed in the heat of the cypher It was in that one quarter past midnight moment that I realized The dance of life is like an instrumental A wild musical animal Ambient. On repeat. While we eclectic slide our way through the beat. Freestyling with verse, prose, rhythm and poetry. It was in that single follicle of time that I understood That we are romantics. Nomadics. Glancing at the possibility of our realities being more like our fantasies And our fantasies becoming the wings upon which we break free From our bittersweet Loneliness. BY #justjamaalthepoet #spokenword #poetry #reclamation #makespokenwordgoviral
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 02:09:41 +0000
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