“THE SEEKERS,” a poem in 3 parts, Part 3: “A Hateful(?) Love Letter.” Saturday All Day, September 28, 2019
Oh, LOVE, Dear Love: This is NOT THAT place,
But “a Curious, DiscontentmentMixedWithSatisfaction Space.”
So, even IF you sing: “I (Can’t) Get No Satisfaction” all day,
You still will be thrown some in a tender sort of way.
Here, there’s NOT The Face of Consistency or Uniform Anything;
You may NEVER KNOW what The Next Moment may bring.
So, WELCOME to GOING CRAZY, trying to conform THIS to your expectations;
If you don’t get WHAT YOU THINK you want, it DON’T MEAN “you’re on rations.”
You NEED NOT “imbalance” yourself or even WHAT’S AROUND YOU;
If you close your “seeking eyes;” you’ll StillBreatheDeeply too.
THIS is NOT THAT place, so try to give up The Search and Destroy,
Please try to give up finding you a perfect, little boy.
PERFECTION is OBLIVION; THIS place takesYouToTheMoonAndBack,
Your ideals DON’T LIVE HERE, in “A Place of Plenty AND Lack.”
It’s a place of COURAGE and also of DEBILITATING FEAR;
(Don’t) TRY not to hurt yourself, My Lovely, Precious Dear.
GIVE UP THE QUEST or GIVE UP ALL,
Including those things that you THINK will be “a ball.”
ACCEPT A DRINK (a drink) OF TERRIBLE FIRE;
Learn(?) to be peaceful, amidst your desire,
Which may not be filled here immediately, for time here is KING.
IT can postpone things good; so, PATIENCE MIGHT BRING,
YOUR GREATEST PEACE? Your Search For God you could release,
Along with Cooperation, Understanding, Virtue & Ideals please.*
Have Faith in NOTHING; then maybe Hope can string eternal;
Relax and stop The Hard Fought andPerhaps Infernal,
Striving for Unattainable “Perfection?”
“Imperfect Perfect’s” PERHAPS a reasonable direction.
Moral: I’ll find me peace AND non-peace in The Bosom of Horror,
(S)he who’s rich in things is often much poorer,
But PLEASE don’t take this to mean you gotta relinquish “your stuff;”
Don’t EVEN TRY to do THAT.
“DON’T BE.” (Isn’t THAT pretty tough?)
fin ♥ *- pronounced police!
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