Poetry of a Cartesian Mind

United Gnosis

Jedi Council Member
I've never really been in touch with the intuitive side of my intelligence. In the last few years I did realize the importance of re-integrating these aspects together, which resulted in a few excursions into poetry. I wrote this one slightly more than a year ago; what do you think?

Thus Shall the World Expiate

Thus shall the world expiate;
Proving grounds of suffering,
Purgatory, Self-created,
Paradise withheld…

Fear, greed and hate,
Answers of a cornered ego -
Stale and crumbling against fate
Rather than the freedom of a new credo.

Heedless of the redeeming force
Infinite love from an endless source,
Slaves to the hypnosis
Deeply anchored psychosis.

Change marches on, unyielding -
Haunting past hunting -
Preying on those caught behind
Iron bars from their own mind.


Although I'd like to discuss it, I'll avoid providing my own meaning, to avoid shaping your own impressions. I'd just really like to see what you have to say.
 
Last week has been very intense for anyone who follows real news. The muslim world afire, China blinded in its bloodlust for Japan, NATO flying like vultures above Persia, the Epic of Fiat reaching heights unforeseen a year ago. Through all this the mechanicalness of the mob shines its sickly light. An exorcism is needed. Just finished writing this, aimed for those among my friends who have ears to listen.

What do you think?


Spirit of the times

This is the quickening, the singularity,
these are the daydreams of futurology.
No one knew - rather than technological
it's the experiential that's exponential.

Billions of beings, experiencing and expressing,
trusting the matrix in which they're stuck,
yell so loud they can't hear a thing,
and thus confused run amok.

Worldviews, timelines and narratives,
weighed down by millenia,
crawl out the psyches of collectives,
battle in an abstract arena.

Unwitting hooligans in the world stage,
tricked into conflict by necrophages,
digging their own graves,
washed away by the cosmic wave.

Make no mistake, brothers,
this is war between good and evil,
a biblical struggle that spares no quarter,
whose arms and spoils are your wills.

Take back what's yours, make the gesture,
be wise to the rules of the game,
rise above the strife of this plane,
center yourself in your true nature.

While tides of suffering wash ashore,
hold firmly to your precepts,
be a pawn of fortune no more,
now a Cause rather than the effect.
 
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