Punishment

Thu, 08/01/2013 - 12:51 -- sbedian

No mind is the best mind,

Someone said that to me once, in my own,

It may have been me, an idea to look at,

To see in the light of perspective,

Rousseau said “I think therefore I am”,

I feel I exist more, when all thought desists,

Though I know what he meant,

That I am me an identity that I can see,

Inside my own thought, without which my self is for naught,

Yet I still think he was full of shit,

He was upholding thought itself,

This is where I set aside his wisdom,

And learn to listen to the little shifts and brief hints and glimmers,

Not to put him down too much, a true genius, poet, philosopher and such,

But I have different values, coming from a different life, a different time,

I would say, “I feel, therefore I am”, more in my body, not so much my mind.

Another man once said, in a book I read,

Everything is basically a feeling,

What he meant by this, is hard to comprehend,

I understand that on the deepest levels, feelings determine our realities,

We are more real through what we feel than by what we deal out with our faces,

All the places we go leave traces of what we sow,

Disgraces of late are what I know, but other feelings will grow,

Time keeps passing, I made a wise decision today,

Though others not as well thought of were made,

The mixed bag had me hanging myself one last time,

Once again, for what?  I can’t comprehend.

I’m a slut, a glutton for punishment, on which I depend,

To recognize that I care, is to keep aware that I don’t belong to sociopathic tendencies,

That scares me more than anything, everything good comes from what’s good,

And I hate to see friendship end, hate to see love dissolve away,

Hate when there’s no trust, when you hold at bay destruction with solid blows,

Only hitting yourself, as nobody knows,

That’s punishment, like an eruption,

Of a conscientious reconstruction of behaviors,

Thoughts lead to feelings, lead to impulse and failures,

So collect one’s self, control the body’s reactions,

Seek to succumb to the reality of physicality,

It’s real, more so than anything else, as all would agree,

Or at least the Lords of Rationality.

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