The Unconditional Poet - Hope in Fading

These are poems that come to me during meditation. I hear the words in my mind; but they are hard to recover at times. The creative consciousness dares not suffer the toil of our human buffer. Understand as best you can; voice, thought, meaning at hand. Words are always insufficient to meet the mind's grasp inefficient.

Poem:
The dew of morning settles on me;
I suffer the living, the dead I bereave.
Thoughts of entropy - a black cloud;
A shadow on the door to my mind; I can't find a way out.

My soul burns from an inner affliction;
society's moral grip steadfast in my own conviction.
The human condition, gone awry,
Cry to the gods, "Let not peace pass me by!"

Perception became my delusion to cope in this world.
Perfection became my solution to grand madness unearthed.
Provoking the will of my fellow kin
to challenge the next step of the ladder,
Glory, privilege, pride, corruption, doom;
we then fell into ruin and splatter.

Why? We don't understand.
A question whose answer we all demand.
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