Transport

Transport

A Poem by Mark
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Some songs hit us in the soul meancholy and transcendent. Mazzy Star's Fade Into You comes to mind.

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And all despite the monsters
Wanting to grind on me, to make me small
I am determined

I can still see blue and puffy white
where both the flower and fooled grain
promised me an uplift.

Four Little pieces of pane
and the sweet dread taste of mellow laughter
Where the hunger for transcendence gets interpreted literally
Get me closer, but never cigar.

Grind away mundane.
Sometimes I am lost in the dead flowers
Or the woman I'm still holding on.

I'd leave for the moon if I could.
Maybe follow those spectacular ones into the Sun.
So often settled for the only thing I could have;
cheap substitute oblivion.

Let me keep the shackles called life but still sail into the star lighted dark of the Other.

I have always been from Mars and wondered at the reason and the vehicle in which
I hitchhiked here.

© 2020 Mark


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I think we all at some time in our life opt for that cheap substitute oblivion, which isn't that surprising really, considering this journey is like trying to complete a twelve dimensional rubiks cube, while on a rollercoaster of smoke and mirrors, towards that elusive and as yet unlit cigar.
This resonates with me Mark, like an almost dream, where deja vu leaves me spinning in circles, looking for the recognition, always just out of sight.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark

7 Months Ago

Thank you for your review. I'm grateful always when I connect to another human with my words. I wrot.. read more
Lorry

7 Months Ago

Many thanks.



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Seems a case of 'to thine own self be true' but not necessarily in the religious sense.. Finding your own music, your own place in which to think your thoughts, enact them is what life's about, surely. , If a person doesnt look, he or she never knows what real truth is. Strange thing, the moon is always there, you can tell the time by it and plant seeds neath it. And seems you tell it a little like that. Nowt wrong with Mars however!

Posted 2 Months Ago


This is wonderfully expressive, a journey of sorts, feels like a transcendental energy to it also :) A sense of where does one belong and the imagery that one visualises to search within that scheme...whether natural or induced, almost has a lucid trance feel to it, loved this piece :)

Posted 2 Months Ago


Mark

2 Months Ago

Thank you and I am glad you enjoyed it. There are references to LSD, marijuana, and heroin in the p.. read more
sometimes we just feel like a stranger in a strange land...and wonder how we got here...we feel alien within our own clan...within our own family, as if no one understands us.
wanting some kind of notoriety but settling for oblivion...Emily Dickinson only published 11 of her poems during her lifetime, and anonymously...no one knew she wrote...well, very few.
I guess something i take from this poem is much like what stephen stills sang..."if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with"
I like "the four little pieces of pane" like a window to the solitary world, but also the pain of feeling that solitude and loneliness...
good stuff, Mark,
j.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Beautiful piece. I can relate.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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DAH
"Sometimes I am lost in the dead flowers
Or the woman I'm still holding on" –– love this line.

and the closing line is seriously unique.

Bravo!
DAH

Posted 7 Months Ago


I think we all at some time in our life opt for that cheap substitute oblivion, which isn't that surprising really, considering this journey is like trying to complete a twelve dimensional rubiks cube, while on a rollercoaster of smoke and mirrors, towards that elusive and as yet unlit cigar.
This resonates with me Mark, like an almost dream, where deja vu leaves me spinning in circles, looking for the recognition, always just out of sight.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark

7 Months Ago

Thank you for your review. I'm grateful always when I connect to another human with my words. I wrot.. read more
Lorry

7 Months Ago

Many thanks.
A gathered pace here, leads one to think of times when action was needed and not permitted or indeed acted upon, a talented piece, good read, well done.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Mark

7 Months Ago

Hello Thomas! I actually wrote this about my search for higher consciousness using drugs and its con.. read more
We HAVE traveled a bit - haven't we! Both life and mindset have taught survival skills well. I never found it that the grass was greener - it was always a deep curiosity regarding what is there to "see" and experience ...so I looked ...and did.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Mark

8 Months Ago

"- it was always a deep curiosity regarding what is there to "see" " yes exactly!

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Added on January 3, 2020
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