Bardo

A poetic short journey through what i think is a surreal experience routed in the concept of identity and rebirth ( mental or physical )

Samsara, i dont know it 

i have only lived once and it has been stoic 

bent and broken each word is only a token 

an expression rooted in the hope that life can be spoken.

Dragging my self though each day 

searching for something to say 

that could satiate my impatience 

that could stir that helpless waiting 

but its only me, churning in the waves

contorted expectations 

warped interpretations

my own cyclic perpetuation 

spinning each experience into a child of my creation.

A brain child, abused, confused and just as lost as me 

what good could i have done than birth another dream

another vision to never be achieved

another prison built only to deceive

given the promise of relief i hold my breath 

expecting to exhale but instead my chest is arrested

out from the darkness steps a secret death wish 

holding a list as long as the route to forgiveness 

it never ends. 

As the demon reads to me i recognize my self 

an image of heaven and hell   

projected in every word spelled 

and in the very moment my struggle is quelled  

i feel a part of the waves 

not just debris in the way 

i am washing helplessly ashore 

as much as i was washed in before

this time under an new sky 

as seen in the same place in space as did the old eyes. 

 

     

Reviews

[Happy hours]

'Bardo' i've never heard of this word before, but now i know it.
The way you describe the happenings of life is very much appreciable.
Dragging my self though each day
searching for something to say
that could satiate my impatience
that could stir that helpless waiting
but its only me, churning in the waves
contorted expectations
warped interpretations
my own cyclic perpetuation
spinning each experience into a child of my creation
The above lines are my favourite
Thanks for sharing

[Proxy2050]

Thank you ^_^ much appreciated !