Not sure if I still feel this way but I did when I wrote this way back when. Anyhow, just cleaning out the drafts folder and thought, 'what the hell'?
Gnosis
Concretized delusions.
An infusion of paranoia
fuels the situation making
cohabitation impossible
for the sordid beggars
living on the streets of
suburbia.
Beat poets were right
when they praised the
night’s neon attraction
propelling the soul towards
ever greater action and
distraction.
But it’s time to awaken!
The mistaken illusion was
a delusion of the muse
(Or cheap booze left too
long for human consumption) .
Whatever the reason the season
has passed.
Kerouac and Cassady no longer
haunt the jazz clubs of middle
America.
It’s not enough to feel without
the benefit of thought and for
all the pain it has wrought,
knowledge is the only thing left
that can save us now.
Indeed, Patrick - knowledge, wisdom found in self-knowledge, is the only thing that matters:knowledge is the only thing left/ that can save us now. I think the poem brings to a wise conclusion the lives of many art and poets movements...
Too true Patrick! Sponteneous creativity and self-expression are all very well, but without any sense of a guiding mind, and thought or gnosis, it all becomes kind of meaningless. Nicely written! :) kath xxx
Hmm. I love all the internal rhyming in this very interesting flow of philosophic discussion. Lovely and yet half intriguing to my relative ignorance. Beautiful and thought-provoking. The old "knowledge is power" seems almost too fitting? Methinks from something the Word of God says that you are dead on target with your wonderful conclusion. Anyway, I enjoyed it very well. Delightful imagery too.