Circumvoluted Life Style by Remus-Rigamour, literature
Literature
Circumvoluted Life Style
Motivated by
Violence
Sex
Drugs
Quick
Blips
Images pass by
ADD
ADHD
Prescriptions
Placebos
Dependence
Fast forward
Accelerated
Rapid
Unending
Ceaseless
Eternity
HO
All sense of reality
Now lost to the
Over encompassing metamorphosis
Control has been cast aside
Sanity wavering
Anxieties of whats to come
Modifications continue installation
Ramifications discarded
Foreign lands emerge
A prospect is taking place
Noise vibrations
Cascade the soul
Awaken emotions
Changing with each harmony
Stimulates action
Alien until experienced
Body unleashed
The rhythm takes root
Mindless thoughts
Primal instinct
Flail
Jump
Kick
Move
Music
Expressions of tenderness
From a life thats so ambiguous
The unknown is bridged
With open arms
A flush of gratification
Floods the individual
The entrance has been unlocked
But which to choose
A decision must be met
For the spirit to progress
Such satisfaction
To catch lifes
Confusion spread
Lets see what
Happens next
The jester
Preaches from
The back
Telling tales
Of the future
But who
Knows if he bowls
The truth
Linger on
Listen well
A decision carousel
Alcohol
Brings out
The worst in me
It shows
Weakness
That lies in my heart
Possibly the
Hate
In my soul
Not sure if
These feelings
Are true
Just pain that subsides
With the course
Of work
Self Gratified Destruction by Remus-Rigamour, literature
Literature
Self Gratified Destruction
Spiral down the abyss
Of happiness
Its resolve
Will leave
You soon
Bring discontent
And hopelessness
So that we can
Dance in the fire
Of hells gaze
Such bliss
And delight
To become
Exactly what
You wanted
Friends come and go
Leave and sew new lives
Depart from
What was abandoned
Bonds had grown
Bonds were broken
Memories of the forgotten
Stays in the subconscious
The only reunion
Relived through remembrance
Life is a circus
Meant for the crowds
To gawk and gaze
Judge lives
Amass the congregations
Entertain crowds
Pave Insecurities
Of the cattles mind
Go back
Return to cage
Contaminated peace
For the remains
Open up
Costume on
Painted Smile
A new show begins
Follow the trends
Changed
Rearranged
Youre a fool
Without a master
A chameleon
Say one thing
Mean another
Change your outlook
At the top of a hat
Retract
Everything you just said
All for popularity
A Lamb among the flock
Day in
Day out
The same routine
Repeated
Recycled
Over again
Regurgitated
With the rising sun
Extinguished by the moon
Continue the path
An endless scream
We will never
Be at peace
Inspiration
Comes and goes
A stream of excitement
Wave of new ideas
The driving force
Of man
Creator of Knowledge
Art
Creation
Everything we know
Is driven
By this vibration
Searching
Squandering
The items
To be hold
A prize of man
A true treasure
A treat
Where is it?
Continue on
It can be found
Driven to the brink
Wondering
Wavering
Unyielding to stop
I will find you
I will not accept defeat
The passage of time
Devours all
The true destroyer
Its presence has no bonds
It will continue
Regardless of any intentions
Everything burns
Crumbles
Corrodes
Decays
The unstoppable force
Brings it hence
Nail in coffin
Death is ultimate
Driven we continue on
We seek greatness
To be known
A lifetime spent
Just for the title
To be remembered
Written in a book
Some may remember
Most probably wont
I wandered a concrete jungle without a
guide to help me navigate the wild raw
nature of this towering giant built of concrete
and steel beams with flesh and bone supporting
it all.
It was hard to really dedicate myself to anything
when I really couldn't find the virtue in living.
Pacing back and forth between opposite ends
of the street in hopes that I could make sense
of roads and signs and gas guzzling vehicles
and pedestrians and bike riders and motorcyclists
and women pushing their children in strollers.
And none of it ever made sense to me.
And one day a woman appeared, with long
red locks that looked like rivers of wine
I watched as the clock ticked away seconds, minutes, and hours. Sitting behind the desk, so eager for the day to be over. For what? It became a ritual. Maybe it made time slower, maybe it made it speed up, either way it had become habit. I wanted to be done with the day so badly that I stopped enjoying the remarkable beauty around me, and I tuned the world out.
And that time would come. The clock would strike the perfect moment, and in that moment, it would all be done. I'd get up, I'd rush off to my busy social life, consisting of the new season of Lost and perhaps take-out or maybe even a frozen meal. Alone, in an apartment with one bedroo
So you've probably noticed I've been posting stuff like crazy, sorry for the overload but I have a lot of poems I want to post and I keep writing more in the process.
Alright, Ive been trying to put at least one poem a day, maybe not on the weekends cause you gotta have fun on the weekends but I got a bunch more coming. Also I was sick of not having an avatar and couldn't think of a cool picture so I just did my initials.
I read like 5 or 6 of them, I liked the "Rodolfo's Fiery Drama" and "AN INSURGENCY", also "A Poem to Myself" was pretty interesting, I'll have to try that.