Please excuse the brutal realism...


The Flight of Life



You are catapulted into life
between the buttocks of your mother
like a fart, most furiously and forcefully,
and of course it hurts,
and you do right in screaming out aloud
but soon forget,
that that scream would be valid all your life,
that flight of constant turbulence of torture
which will never leave you quite in peace
from worries, anguish and anxieties;
so that first scream of yours
you never really would have any reason to lay off,
the turbulence and torture always getting worse,
your wisdom and maturity acquiring ground
exclusively at the most devastating cost
of all illusions, harmony and happiness,
which always are replaced by that first truth of yours,
the scream of pain of your original,
which all your life you try to get away from
by escaping into new illusions, alcohol or drugs,
which always prove completely vain,
until you finally are earthed and landed
safely into life's uniquely certain destination,
the final grave of some relief,
in which you end up into ruins
that confirm the definite veracity
of that first scream of yours.
That flight of life was no more than a scream
and a primeval terror of your final touchdown,
which will haunt you and torment you all your life
until you finally are ready
to start it all over again from the beginning.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-03-06 at 23:45

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Now this is my topic christian, and I am pleased to say that I cannot agree with the premise of this poem one little bit. You see, I don't believe that first scream is of pain at all. It is the process by which we take our first breath, without that scream there is no sure way of knowing if we are still filled with life supporting embriotic fluid that sustained us until that moment of entering the world and the doctors used to smack a childs bottom to make sure they cried, from my memory and experience, that cry is not filled with pain and instantly is replaced by pure unadulterated joy of being alive, and if we are lucky and get a good mother who imediately and naturally knows how to pacify and care for us, crying babies are only crying to communicate...babies that cry a lot are neglected in some way, babies are naturally content when taken care of properly and the cry is their way of letting their parents know if all is not well. Never ignore a babies cry, has always been my moto. Life is a flight and a fight but by no means is it filled with only pain imo. It is a trial at times but then there are always rainbows along it's path. Yes very brutal realism and your feelings about life, which is what poetry is about.

We come here to learn something and if we end up with shite parents and a pain filled life, we hopefully do learn a lot.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-03-07