I sit on a cliff to watch the
Sun as it rests at the vastness
Of ocean. Here, I found
A self chained by the oppressive
Landscapes of memories—measuring
The distance of a life lived in the
Folly of youth from the life
Lived in the youthful folly of life.
Life is a circular argument.
A strange voice from the
Wilderness utters the words of the
World. I am compelled to
Listen
Obey
Drift from my self.
I lived a life not of my own. Blown
By the wind. Riddled by doctrines
Of truths in multiple versions and
Renditions of power. Powerless I
Have become. Becoming, thus, is
Defined and defied by truths
Relative to utility. Living is an
Attempt in futility unless the myth
Of becoming is braved by believing
In oneness with one's self.
I sit on a cliff to watch the sun as it
Rises from the vastness of ocean.
Here, I find myself.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
I sit on a cliff to watch the
Sun as it rests at the vastness
Of ocean. Here, I found
A self chained by the oppressive
Landscapes of memories—measuring
The distance of a life lived in the
Folly of youth from the life
Lived in the youthful folly of life.
Life is a circular argument.
A strange voice from the
Wilderness utters the words of the
World. I am compelled to
Listen
Obey
Drift from my self.
I lived a life not of my own. Blown
By the wind. Riddled by doctrines
Of truths in multiple versions and
Renditions of power. Powerless I
Have become. Becoming, thus, is
Defined and defied by truths
Relative to utility. Living is an
Attempt in futility unless the myth
Of becoming is braved by believing
In oneness with one's self.
I sit on a cliff to watch the sun as it
Rises from the vastness of ocean.
Here, I find myself.
Postmodern Poetry.
For my favorite philosopher FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE.
University of the Philippines-Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
October 21, 2013
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