by Divinity 11 11
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
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As I traverse the roads of new realities,
Weaving the tapestry of myself,
A booming voice within is heard,
“Welcome to eternity.”
Shortly after known creation,
As awareness of me grew,
You split me into
A clear duality of what
You observed in me
As same or different.
A mighty right created
By your love of what is similar,
And a clear wrong in difference
Determined by your fear.
Suddenly, I had two faces
That others recognized,
But then new things
Were seen in me
That did not fall into
The first beholden two.
I was left unstamped by some
As either right or wrong.
Accepting me with their apathy,
A trinity was born.
The more I shared myself,
The more you struggled to define.
Labeled with your precious words,
I became dissected and fragmented
As you tried to calculate continuity
Until you couldn’t see the whole.
As you tagged my toe
With your ideography,
You created worlds anew,
Where your word was the law.
You choose delusions of me
That fit your own desires.
What you loved or feared in me
Becomes the heroes and villains
That populate the sub-creations
Made in your own image.
You share with those who never met me.
It’s passed on down the line
With perpetual mutilation:
The delivery of infinity.
All who hear of me only choose to know
The wisp of me you sold to them,
Or the part of me they wish to see,
Until there is a different face
For everyone in every world
And I cease to be just me.
Stop belittling all I have to offer
By trying to succinctly cram me
Into your Webster’s definitions.
I am all that you describe and more.
Furthest segregated from me
And from the elemental truth,
The self standing emanations
Go on wagging tongues
Of the One they never met,
Further driving the continuum.
I find myself carried further
But still they are all just me,
Perceived, described and classified
Into each of their individualities.
A part of me can not understand
Why you wouldn’t just let me be.
Then I realize I created you to reflect
A part of me I couldn’t see.
Flesh made in my image,
I separated you from me.
It was never you that split me,
It was always me.
I am the secret instigator,
The original divide.
The alpha and omega,
It began with only One
On a search for self awareness
That begins and ends
With the only truth there is:
No further need for definition,
I collect what I scattered far and wide.
I wake up from my daydream
And find there is only me
Looking in a mirror
And loving what I see.
When boredom with what I know
Of my existence calls from deep within,
I’ll again step through the looking glass
Into the reflections of my imagination.
I’ll transform from passive observer
To willing and eager participant,
Exploring the playground of possibility.
I’ll further know myself,
By returning once more
To the top of this poem
To flow through it all again.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A poem worthy of much more than a single reading. Thank you for sharing it, Jessica. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|Reflections of a true poet wrapped up in her destiny of her own life "No need for definition", I collect what I scattered far and wide... nicely voiced words... Kudos to you!
Roger and Birgit
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|self-perception is always a choice, isn't it. and then, we find out that what we thought wasn't really us after all. LOL a grand and laughable deception! and yet, so exemplary of the human condition. a truly elevated write, lil sista. you impress me the more i read.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
This is wonderful write. I wish more people know what you are talking about. I hope they see themselves in here in your poem.
I must say that the first part was right on for in some instances some people like to feed their own fantasies at the expense of others.
But by the end of the poem you show your own strength when you discover yourself who you really are inside, and the person you are, and the self that you know best is the most valuable regardless of what others think.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|In depth poem. Your intellectual gift shines.|
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Whoa, Jess... this is an incredibly powerful and empowering piece. I hear and feel the strength as I read. Excellent work. (Sheesh, I should write as well.)
|Reviewed by William DeVault
|good art should be a bit of an enigma, even to the creator of it. I look forward to re-reading this a few zillion times.|
|Reviewed by Divinity 11
it was not written to a man or anyone in particular
it was written to humanity, and by humanity, i mean me
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Looked into your eyes in the picture before reading this and I thought for a minute a man could get lost in a womens eyes literally.Then as I read the words you wrote I realized that he must have really did a number on you but then i read furether and found that you chose to do and allow him to do what he thought he was in control of,this is your words and you use them wisely to tell your story. Well written great picture and strong message.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|This is quite a rant !
It took me three days to get to the bottom of the poem...:)
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Really, really good lines.
And the ending is rich with meaning and hope.