#34 - Poetic Spiritual Experiences

[Medi]

Since this particular hippy wants his lyrics to be all encompassing, I'm sure he'll enjoy a multisyllabically rhyming, conceptual lyric about our universe, spirituality and our place in it - from a view of one mans experiences.

 

 

A man ruminating at a tree .... 

Diverted away from his comfort into a furnace and fell, to see
No fervour, just shells - some hollow humans as well.
He followed this smell – char - like it was cumin incense, 
Found a bitumen world in his head, coarse and putrid with stench.
He drew his laments. His moral defence was credible.
His chorus was 'crude and metal are simply not edible.'
'You’ve got to be ethical. Come on and be sensible.'
While from our secular pedestal; humans are something dispensable.
Do you think that he's sensible? What power is his? 
He asks 'How hurt could be helped', in these times that we live.
His shoulders almost collapsed, from a weight; this world that we carry.
The suffrin' of masses might have made him worried and angry.
But epiphany struck him, just before his burden got savage.
'Light!' It brought him back to a spirit he married.
She told him 'They're certainly ravaged; I can see their scars.
You pity their lives, it's littered with baggage.
But I believe they are just whatever you see that you are.
You have an open heart, if a little riddled with habits'.
He snapped back to reality, like ‘Almost, I had it!'
In oneness, clarity, he believed we all could be happy.
So he threw a question: 'Spirit, just tell me what is your wisdom?'
She asked 'How could we not exist, since we never existed?'
His mind was poised, relinquished noise, his worries were melt;
His inner voice went from nervy to well - from hurt to flourishing health.
While learning of innermost wealth he attained absence of self,
And drunk water of life spurting forth from eternity's wells.
Modernity fell in his mind; currency toppled and crashed;
Conformity turned to absurdity; disharmony crumbled to ash;
Geysers of knowledge erupted ‘til 'knowing' was stupid;
Then his mind's eye saw, until vision was useless.
That’s when he basked in light from infinite suns;
While codes of existence inscipted as prints on his fingers and thumbs.
Nebulae rose, lived, and died; they shattered and birthed.
All this in his mind - just some grey matter from Earth?

Edited May 6, 2014 by Medi

[john]

Pretty good for a quick write! Unfortunately one "the" did sneak in.

How did you find trying to write a song with no "the"?

[Medi]

Pretty good for a quick write! Unfortunately one "the" did sneak in.

How did you find trying to write a song with no "the"?

I think it'd be much more difficult to write without any 'the' in this kind of format. Since it is a story I am continually needing to address the subject of the sentence which is often done with a 'the', but actually, looking at it, not many of my songs for guitar for instance, have a 'the'. I probably made it quite awkward for myself.

[john]

Well as far as I see you only used "the" once, and in the location you used it there are alternatives. Obviously your non-the based writing is stronger than you think!

 

Apart from that, it is intended to be a challenge you know