Letting It Out
Prose Poetry
Poetic Observations
Words are nothing more than combinations of letters. Letters
are than the rudiments of almost everything. For words are used to describe and
analyze. Words are powerful. The pen is mightier than the sword. The victory is
won or lost in the mind.
“Letting It Out” combines the world of philosophy with the
world of poetry in the context of these modern times. It is an exploration into
thinking. The witty words will make you smile while the profound revelations
will make you think.
“Letting It Out” is a poet’s personal journey and his candid
observations on life. They are reflections of the past and present, pointing to
one of our possible futures. “Letting It Out” are words that demanded to be
spoken. Words that that insisted to be put into print on the page.
End of the Road
When the road ends you can always
make a u turn. Of course the possibility of four wheeling always exists as
well. Then there is the natural avenue of a pleasant stroll. The end of the
road thus is largely symbolic and not founded so much in reality. Even if you
reach an ocean or a large lake there exists the possibility of a ferry. So
death is portrayed as beyond the River Styx. Things do end in life.
Relationships terminate. Sometimes goodbyes are final. But then again there
always remains memory. Like watching a movie over and over on a video tape we
can revisit our past. Now new roads, that sounds like an exciting venture. Race tracks are oval and even if more complex
they always form a circuit. So technically some roads have no end but rather
are perpetual repetition. But we always have the choice to stop driving, simply
to refuse to proceed any further. As a society we are plummeting forward at an
alarming rate of speed. While some intend to accelerate our collective advance
others with gritty determination dig in their heels to bring the whole thing to
a halt. I go one step further for it is my desire to retrace our previous
steps. Not quite exactly a u turn but rather a journey in reverse. One final
note is that the road may end when there is no more gasoline. In our technical
dependence many approach such a notion with trepidation. Yet on the brighter
side the roads ends and the path begins. When something is born something must
die.
freaking awesome!!!
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