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read between the lines
this afternoon's writing I knew it. the first day that I finally get away from work and my family has to ruin it. especially my brother, up to his stupid antics again. I seriously don't know when he's gonna grow up. I would easily sell him away if offered a choice. he's an impudent rascal who causes annoyance and high blood pressure everytime he's around. almost everytime I see him my blood boils.like I said once, God has a funny sense of humor. He thinks it's funny to give me a hyperactive spawn of Satan when he knows that one of his very essential rules is to "love your brother as you love the Lord". it's really trying. enuff said. I just realised from what I've written today that I'm venting out my anger and dissatisfaction the people whom I call my family, and how they do things. and I realised I just can't write them all out here. so I won't. true poetry, according to my teacher, is supposed to be vague, to give people as little insight as possible as to what the poet is writing...and that's the beauty of it, cos it leaves people guessing, leaves them something to think about. my view is, in addition to this, it allows us to apply whatever the poet is writing about to just about almost anything, instead of being limited to one thing, since the poet is not talking about a specific thing. no right answer, no wrong either. not so definite (the answer), more free in that sense. he also told us that poetry doesn't have to make sense, for poetry promotes freedom of thought, even to the point of breaking the boundaries of logic. and to me, it allows people to make their own interpretations to it, and form their own opinions and associations with that particular work of art, work of poetry. and that makes it more personal and relevant to the reader, and everyone knows we're all attracted to things that relate to us, that have something to do with us. even sermons...I find myself more interested in the sermon if he is speaking about it in a more personal way, than just reading out the notes and making us all fall asleep. I like it when he tells life stories, cos generally people are interested in other people, which is why we have reality shows, and when he inculcates his life story with a teaching from the Bible. that way it's more relevant and somehow looks more applicable in everyday life, cos he was the first one to apply it to his life (not as in the first person ever, but the first party, if one is looking at the audience and him as separate parties / separate persons.) so I'm gonna write about today below, and you can interpret it whatever way you wish, or ask me what I'm talking about. OBSERVATIONS by jessica the sky turns to grey sweeping away the sun's rays the brightness of the day fades away to reveal... a desolate landscape. is it an illusion? is it just a facade, masking a deeper quiet joy? according to God it is for that is what broken bridges are for but that doesn't make me hate them even less. the rundown atmosphere the taste of bitterness of anger, of frustration lapsing into a quiet desperation a longing for a place devoid of trouble. like hamsters in a running wheel we spin forever into the end. sometimes running the race looks just like a circle when you find yourself doing the same things again, encountering the same roadblocks, going through the same emotions. but yet something is always different everytime you reach the same station somehow you're smarter, wiser, more aware... than you were before. but knowledge is one thing and action is another. breaking the security of familiarity is a tough and brave act to follow. I close my eyes and try to envision the future. I try to taste it in bits of life everywhere but here it only comes in small quantities, a fleeting moment of the perfection yet to come. if not for the vultures at the borders I would do it. I would cry, "Away, away!" to a Xanadu of peace, a nirvana of the highest level, Babylon's hanging gardens. but for now we look for Atlantis we sink like the Titanic but we rise again like ghosts and we never give up until we see the city of jasper. and we are not alone. |
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