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Awakening
If life is but a dream,
and dreams are various creative concoctions,
then what is life, but a distortion in a funhouse mirror?
Comprehension comes when one sheds preconcieved notions
and accepts what is in blood.
Acceptance is spawned by an open-minded perception that
seeing can be deceiving and God truly is dead.
Perhaps praying to various deities is purely an egoboost,
as we are all one conscious, sentient being.
Our various prayers combine into one voice, crying out
for more power or swift death.
If God is dead, then as are we,
but we have the advantage of denial.
Denial that we have lost all that had made us human,
and that all we truly have left to cling to is the cynicism
that aforementioned loss has brought upon us.
We refuse to meet our mortal death,
but in denying nature, we shed our metaphysical coil.
So we've learned thusly that, as one consciousness which dreams,
We've become one sentience, damned.
Hey there, I really must say that I had to go into reading this poem with the mindset that I was going to be nonjudgemental about it until i had read it because you want a brutally honest opinion. I try my best to be honest about everything, and I will here as well. I have to say that this poem was really well written. I could tell that it came from something deep within you, whatever that motivation was, it was good. The only part about it that I didn't like was that almost nothing rhymed. I mean, isn't that a big part of poetry? I guess you write it how you feel, but nonetheless, overall it is a good poem. Please feel free to critique any or all of my poems if you wish. I only have one request, if you criticize mine, use the same brutal honesty as I used on yours. Thank you.
Chad
Brutal Honesty
God is simply everything, touch it, feel it, that's all you get. When someone says they had a dialog with God, they were probably talking to a tree after eating the mushrooms growing in its damp shade. - A