Life is like the sun It goes up and down and around Good days and bad days I trust myself and know my place Outside of society as it is a danger to all I must think for myself and not conform as they do The world’s opinion is not my own And thus need not be acknowledged Like Galileo and Newton I am misunderstood but I know who I am Fortune is my friend and is with me but I am all I need
This is a section of a poem I made last year for my IOP and it's based on a transcendentalist essay! Hope you enjoy!
Soul, trascendental tether to infinity Voice of instincts & individuality Ever will I endeaver to reflect this inner self in my personality Allow this abstract apparition to cast its ambitions through my identity We all begin with the same block of stone, family carving away deliberately, often in fits of spontaneity Every person we touch takes a piece away and impacts our reality. Now we're old enough to carve our souls into actuality Its been within me since my infancy still I struggle to perpetuate its conceptuality On occasions when I can summon its voice to my lips its gone just as quickly & I mourn for the brevity All I'm left with in my renderings is a fragile, frugal effigy -how could a mortal hope to attain the likeness of divinity?
I am the dog, collared and chained, deemed useless and left alone. I am the nail in the wall left unhammered, jutting to snag at your sleeve. I am the hole in your line through which all of your energy will be filtered or lost. I am heavy with meaning and weightless with meaning and grounded in someone else's reality. I am that reality, while my own remains silent and hidden and threatening. I am a threat to some, no one to someone, and everything to one. I am the card in play, always, even when you leave the table and I will be there when you get back. Also, I am the deck and few cards are missing. I am the mirror in which you might one day see yourself and startle your eyes into misrecognition. I am the cup that overfloweth, and the child guilty for wanting. I am the season which seems like it will never let up. I am the sun casting rays of golden relief on the faces of many lonely strangers. I am the forgotten sun, just as well. I am the ruin of those who came here before me and the stain they left on the white fabric of time. I am the fabric, loose and changing in the winds of perpetuity. I am a glass sphere in the midst of a landscape, puzzling and divine and uncanny alike. I am a door left unopened. I am a line with no end and a point with no beginning and I will let it be known that I am here seeking all.
Whatever fear troubles you only imagine it has happened You will have nothing left but your Godhood You will be hurled back to the center of the circle And most of all you will remember your priorities