Ambience (Poetry Book 2)

By Poison or Magic. 30th September, 2019.

Isn't it strange?

Why do we invest in pleasures which destroy us?

Liquor, Drugs, and Cigars

Are a few of the popular examples

In good measure many say it's okay

Since it is "less"

Yes, less closer to death.

Really, less or more does not change

It's effect, accumulative.

With liquor, moderation is wisdom.

With drugs, self-control is wisdom.

With cigars, abstinence is wisdom.

But trends say highs are fine-

Escapism at its finest-

because you're pressing your limits;

traits of the young, knowledgeable, and courageous. 

But trends say appearance is everything-

Inferiority and ignorance defined-

So a little here; a little there is fine.

No harm done and benefits sowed for future reaping.

Has self-respect died?

This "outdated" mentality of self-love?

Or have definitions re-defined human limits, identity, and mortality

Such that our lungs can filter particles larger than dust and our livers are undying factories?

If you want to die faster- sooner enough-

I know a couple of bridges in town.

Somberly, let me withdraw the last couple lines.

Because suicide is nothing to joke

About and I wish, essentially, to ask for open-mindedness in this idea of green escapes where hearts are sincere and creation thrives around.

Isn't it strange?

That we don't invest in pleasures that don't destroy us?

Yes, there are many who do

Preaching equal high to the risk-taking idols or fools;

            unbelieved by many again.

But trends shake their heads, laugh, point fingers

"To innocence and naiveté"

As labeled to the ignorant.

If ignorance means clear lungs and senses

I have nothing to miss.

This is an ignorant; half aware by second-hand smoke

And insecurity of high- drunk-

Elders...and youth.

Escape if you wish, it is human liability

But only to recuperate and raise mental flexibility,

            because life must carry on.

You must carry on; worth it as you are.

So why not invest in pleasures that don't destroy us?

In the companionship of exciting experiences new and old

In learning of what is new or once told

In growth, loss, and spiritual cold

and warmth; the summer days wasted in sleep or books antique and sold

The winter days of romance, friendship, and solitude with what's and one's loved.

The simple things.

Overlooked for superfluous things.

Underrated due to solemnity.

Missed once, missed eternally.

It is the little things which become memories

Memories both cherished and despised

Leading us to enlightened eyes and a time of internal peace and wisdom refined.

"Old-school" it may be but these are pleasures to invest in.

Pleasures of the mind to break pride and nonsensities

Pleasures of the body to break idleness and indiscipline

Pleasures of the soul to break stagnancy and conformity

Pleasures of the spirit to break fear and apathy.

You can smile sober.

Laugh old

Cry sober.

You can fly young

Rest old

Die sober.

Because it's okay.

Death is inevitable and that's why living is beautifully wretched.

So that when we prosper we know where the sky and ground lie

Happily.

Temporarily content, because the cosmos still waits with us for the time mortality sheds woven feathers for iridescent lights.

So live honestly;

            peers congregate hence in similarity.

Live passionately;

            body cells ticking our days away.

Invest destructively;

            free the spirit deity slumbering within.

And love soberly;

            I'd like to meet you well one day.

A/N: Edited: 7th November, 2019