Schizoid I - Abyrdun/School/Holy Circle/Spastic/LunacyA Poem by Abyrdun—Stream of thought work, may not be completely coherent. Themes: Friend Groups, Social Alienation, Online Communities, Education, Positive Disintegration Theory, Discomfort—Schizoid I - Abyrdun/School/Holy Circle/Spastic/Lunacy Consciousness is a burden to bear when riddled with guilt, vision impaired, Everything fading and Everything young- Unsure of anything but the presence of our own bewilderment… …And the love that squandered its days inside colourless classrooms, starved of passion, shivering in the shadows of Holy Moguls, tail between legs, damp eyed and desperate for the lint necessary to keep us awake. Loner’s loaning laughs in exchange for more- smiles to assist in the illumination of lunch rooms, life attracting life to keep each other alive. Detail irrelevant in recalling the reverence- of every roar of recalled reference and daft ((yet sacred)) anecdotes- acting as antidotes to the mental whirlwind of razor-bladed, never sated, desire for "success"… plastering infantile faces from day one. Wholly aware of the nonsense, so abundant, astounding, & surrounding us every school day. Attracting more, the hungry amoeba driven by pilgrim teens wishing to fully understand everyone. ECSTASY THROUGH LETHARGY! Virtual selves & Virtual Friends- Virtual communities More Valuable to us than virtually any of those ignorant of such. And You as I, and I is the he/she/it is all, the single entity known no longer as "God" but "Love". Think upon the sacred rooms and great spiritual figures we have experienced. Not Churches, Nor Christ, Nor Yahweh, Nah Way! Our synagogues are the spare rooms, where we have drank ourselves blind and smoked ourselves stupid, in sweaty and tepid slumber- Thankful -(though unaware?) Not for drugs, Nor movies, Nor steak, Nor attempts to bake our socks on light-bulbs just for the sake of absurdity, But the shared experience and solidarity felt. The Real Core Happiness, The Existential Joy of the Bees in the Ballroom. And your limbs are mine, and mine yours, steering a spastic through a rave on hot coals; tripping through the faceless potential that was fully digested by a great, scaled, furious, incurious mountain of gelatinous idiocy… …And WE are the Lunatic. We are the shaman shaking his rattle to freeform madness, making his way through Hell with an unshifting smile, planting seeds in the battlefield. WE are the Lunatic. We are the lonesome radio host playing Duran-Duran post apocalypse, spouting erratic and bizarre frequency in a seemingly useless attempt to tune you in again. WE are the Lunatic. YOU are the everyone, the no-one with hope. The suit that absolves themselves of individual responsibility because 'everyone does' because YOU were just 'following orders'. YOU have locked your mind in a casket. YOU exist only as social context. YOU are the primitive man guided near-exclusively by biological impulse. YOU are the uncriticized endorsement of everyone else. YOU are the adherence to convention. YOU are the autonomous coward who walks in circles forever. YOU are the one who was cheated. YOU are the one who deserved more. and WE are the Lunatic. 10/12/13 © 2013 Abyrdun |
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Added on December 10, 2013 Last Updated on December 10, 2013 Tags: Groups, Alienation, Education, Discomfort, Depression Author
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