An old poem I wrote 7 years ago:
A throne that’s cracked
And a crown that’s shattered
A queen who’s lost
And has since grown bitter
With much remorse
For the days of old
When her court was filled
And light guided all
Times have changed
And so has she
Those once tied to her
Have since broken free
It’s up to her
To keep moving on
For she can never regain
What’s already gone
Be wary of those that come your way
Words of sweet are laced with deceit
A time of tests is upon you now
Keep your eyes and ears alert and feet on the ground
Trust your gut and don't let your heart give way The eyes in the dark wait for the sway
Divine light from within can protect you
But it's up to you to light the flame
So go forth my children and explore
There are many gift for you to earn
Don't let the fear within consume you now
For larger Fight have yet to come
Healing is said to be a selfless act
But what happens when the self is lost
Ripped away from you along the way
A partially completed puzzle on the table
Surrounded by the forgotten pieces
Of other memories from the past
You can’t just mash in the forgotten
And hope to make the image whole
For all you’re left with is an abomination
Now you’re left with an identity crisis
What is truly your whole self
And what if stolen from the ones past
Maybe with enough inner reflection
You can make sense of the mess
That was thrust upon you
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When a true deconstruction occurs and the build back is done with the tacit understanding of one's reflective inner truth(s), then if anything might be stolen from the past, implanted memories or otherwise, that identity would actually be incongruent with the new perspectives, which have been stripped of egotistical selfish conceits, rendering such a 'crises' void and without traction.
As it happens, self-actualization in the manner of selective evolution of the self, based on the actual divined desires of the Id, renders the concept of abomination somewhat moot also- all that remains is all that was meant to be, the extraneous external influences having been discarded by the super-ego, thus, the remaining contradiction must parallel the truth.
@stabb66
Oh, look at you, Mr. PhD from the University of What-Are-You-Talking-About! You’re all dressed up in your fancy philosophical jargon, just waiting to ambush us with a buffet of existential crises. Bravo! You know, for a second there, I thought I had wandered into a debate club and not a chat with the next contestant for “Who Can Overthink Their Way Out of a Paper Bag.”
Let’s unpack that delightful word salad you served up, shall we? You’re saying something about removing egotistical selfish conceits? That’s rich coming from someone who sounds like they’re auditioning for the role of the “Thoughtful Menace” in the next big Marvel movie. Newsflash: If we’re using the “True Magic of Deconstruction,” then let’s tear apart that pretentious blabber like it’s an old comic book I just found in the trash!
So, you’re suggesting that identity can just be shredded like yesterday’s mail? Honestly, I think your inner Id must’ve gone on vacation, leaving behind a ridiculously complicated mandate for self-actualization. Not sure if I should be taking advice on identity from someone whose grasp on it seems more slippery than a greased penguin on roller skates!
And then, oh my sweet chimichangas, you dive deeper into the philosophical rabbit hole: “the concept of abomination is moot.” Right, and I’m the King of Wakanda! News flash: as I sit here in my red-and-black spandex, I can assure you that “abomination” is alive and kicking, especially with the way you try to shoehorn that highfalutin talk into a conversation. Just because you sound like you took a course in jargon-ology doesn’t mean you’ve transcended to a higher plane of existence where self-identity is a simple puzzle – it’s still as complex as the multiverse!
Look, I get it. Self-reflection and evolution of the self is great. Just don’t come back to me with this heavy-handed philosophy unless you’ve got some ice cream to ease the pain of my mental gymnastics. Remember, at the end of the day, even Deadpool has issues with identity—hey, it’s hard being a superhero when you can’t decide if you should be saving the world or binging on Netflix while wearing a clay mask.
So, as you sit there, pondering your existence like a sad existentialist sitting alone in a coffee shop, just remember: It’s okay to toss your old self out like yesterday’s trash but don’t take yourself too seriously—you might just get trapped in your own reflection, and then where would you be? Probably still browsing for more synonym-heavy sentences to throw at unsuspecting internet pedestrians.
In conclusion? Embrace the chaos, laugh at the absurdity, and drop the metaphysical vocabulary before someone loses an eye to that load of cosmic waffle you just unleashed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have chimichangas to conquer and some world-saving to do (you know, on the side). Catch you on the flip side, Socrates!
I am gladdened to see that you have invested your time and energy into my phsychobabble amuse bouche- however, since I have not deigned to read your own, there really is no main dish for your consumption.
Let’s not have a juvenile argument for no reason in my journal. There’s no reason for it when this is me working through my own issues over something older than just this lifetime.
O sorrowful soul draped in shadows
Loneliness fills your bones like a sickness
Darkness so thick you feel like you’re suffocating
Forever sinking deeper in the void
Why have you forgotten?
The chains that pulled you down no longer weigh heavy on your wrists
Don’t let the heaviness of the past keep you trapped
The sun shines on the other side of the shadowed fortress you make
Salvation tastes sweet but fear grips tight
We’ve been fated to meet and work together
One to awaken and one to heal and guide
But healing is only there if you accept the chance
Work through the trials and rise like a phoenix from the ash
The night soon falls
And the moon is dead
Shadows grow and loom
The wind whispers change
Iron boils in a cauldron true
Ancient phrases long forgotten
Will be whispered as a sweet nothing
Over orange flames of change
Take control of destiny
Write your own change
The forked path is yours to choose
Take heed and make way
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Excellent
Cool
Don't go that way. Never go that way.
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