A Note From Fantasiomiria
on Dec 16 in Poetry/Prose by adminImagine for a moment if there were no taboos for expressing yourself as you really are.
Imagine a world where everyone was aware of every aspect of every other.
Complete transparency of person, thus a clear government because that doesn’t live outside the power and choices of the individual.
In that world you would see everything about every other.
What would that produce?
Honesty and a whole hell of controversy…what fun!
No fool able to hide their foolery, no evil able to conceal itself in normality, and the humanness of all would shine like a midnight moon blooming in full.
Oh, the realness of this, oh the consequences, oh the bottomless unknown.
Dare to dream with me, dare to not care, dare to be whole, dare to realize yourself.
Dare to reject the basic, the unsophisticated, the chase for perishable goods, and the mediocrity that infests the will of those who are satisfied.
Do you think death is outside of you? It is in you, in your very cells; they fail like a light bulb whose filament has become something different than what is required for the task we need it for.
I see the world seeing me, and what should I do?
Should I fear its rejection? I do not care if you measure me by your standard and I fail; your standard is not the eternal. You do not see me, you see only what light returns to your eyes from my shape.
World of Others says: “I do not understand you.”
I reply: “I do not understand you.”
And the conversation continues:
You look on externals and I try to find the seed.
You feel what is sensed, and I dare to feel everything imaginable.
I chose to spend my life, and other chose to let life spend them.
Where you see paradox, I see points on a circle.
I am lost in the here, while you dance in the maybe.
Yes, we are substantially different; I do not expect you to hear much less heed.
Many a good soul has wrecked itself by giving a damn about those who are hung upon words, who are lost among meanings, who are locked within circumstance.
Whatever you give I interpret and change.
Whatever you say I question and seek to substantiate.
Then you are mad; you want to be accepted without reason and to be received without cause.
You want me to choose while uninformed and forever stick to my initial reply, while I am free to adapt as newness reveals herself.
Yes, we are substantially different.
If you are reading this you are not dreaming, and if you are dreaming you are never here; but here is where the action is.
I revise my self – edit – censor – until I am no longer me but a ghost who even then only manifests shadows.
To what end? For what purpose? From what reason? From what point? Dear world who knows, we only bow because everyone bows, we only dance when the appointed piper plays, and we know nothing of freedom. Indeed, we seek to hide from freedom behind the rocks of dogma and comfortable simplicities.
Logic is poetry of a different rhythm, and poetry is valid if you taste its roots.
What am I to reveal to the blinded – not with blindness but with fear.
What am I to speak to the deafened – not with deafness but with consequences.
“Dance monkey” says the Cranker of conformity, who goes on to say with guile, “….And if you don’t no peanuts.”
Who gives a damn about your peanuts, your vacant models of prosperity.
Shall I indebt myself to you so that my debt can become the terms of my slavery?
Shall I buy your fulfillment if you require intellect?
You call me what I am not, so you can treat me as I should not be treated.
You hear what I am not, because you listen only to those from your tribe who name reality.
Broken? How?
Lost you say? But I know where I am; where are you?
Voices that don’t speak.
Light that don’t shine.
Hammers that never fall.
Not affirmation, not denial, only wonder; merely awe.
How did I come to here and where shall the journey take me?
Beyond your preconceptions waits the truth and beyond your accepted limits lies my end.
Die dear fear of death and perish dear hope, for from your carcasses shall flourish realness and your blood shall empty me of lies.
Don’t choke on your absurdities or drown in your vice,
Sincerely,
Fantasiomirai
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