Masters and Slaves

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I awoke

marked by nature

the divine and profane

battling for dominance

mortifying and absurd

yet touching somehow.


From whence do they come?

seeing things with eyes fresh

admitting to myself

seeing a life

though perhaps sight tainted by self

seeing my neighbors

perceiving them no more then I

wondering what makes them them

and not me.


Fate, luck, the will of the Gods

one could say there is not reason at all

intoxicating to salve my pride

yet pride in flaw is not to be fed

so remove it I do


What did I see

a new world

new reality

changing much

the world in turn

soon not envying any.


becoming everything that I could see

a few things that ever were.

In the end accepting

seeing those others

with no more visages of Forks

an alien planet no more


There are but two breeds

mixed about

our fellows and us

ones who know and master

seeking dominion

gaining all

and those that cry foul

calling fate a woman

unfair and unkind

unfaithful.


in these observations blind

having lives that are substance

their wants, desires

... and all their fears

being slaves to shortsightedness

wanting only what they can touch

understanding only what they can see

yet eyes filmed over with prejudice

in that filming they see through a glass darkly

that pleases them for it never argues

but reports only what they would see.



So masters or slaves working at life

causing, overlapping

sometimes in strife

fitting where they choose

or in not choosing, taking their place

accepting bruses

consequences of choices not made

yet looking at life outside

each calling their vission sane

yet things are wild

on both plains


Kow did they choose or not

such woe and despair

the problem with choices of both sires and peasants

consequences are passed down


one does with the present

yet give any a dream

best they find it themselves

if they hold on

there isn't a ceiling


if you would be masters

freeing all the slaves

from their self imposed chains

then inspire others to do the same


their dreams will take them out

uncomfortable and alone

yet in the unknown

to peace and understanding

if they hold fast

at one with the One


No man was born to be dirt

as the One well knows

unless they believe themselves

to remain as they begun.

unfinished.


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viveresperando 5 years ago from A Place Where Nothing Is Real

wow... :)


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Dave Mathews 5 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

What you have written is very beautiful even though I don't get the reasoning behind it.


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Jaggedfrost 5 years ago Author

And yet I trust your intellect to understand in time.


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maven101 5 years ago from Northern Arizona

Interesting search for identity which begs the question: Are we simply animated dirt..? From whence we came, to which we will return...

Camus has defined life ( and death ) as absurd...other than knowing what we feel ourselves, everything else is construction...therein ends all my knowledge...

Stay well my friend...Voted up...Larry


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prettynutjob30 5 years ago from From the land of Chocolate Chips,and all other things sweet.

This is very beautiful


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Jaggedfrost 4 years ago Author

@prettynutjob30 Why thank you.

@maven101 and Camus isn't a bad place to start in a sense. I am glad you enjoyed this work.

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