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"The Loser" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on December 16, 2015
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"The Loser"

The perennial voice

Born unto this forsaken destiny

Somewhere outside the walls of triumph

Somewhere fingernails digging into stone

And the hot oil pours over the edge

A burning baptism of melting flesh

These certain things we do to win

Competing to get inside the walls

They ache to be touched by a loving hand

A sweet, soft caress for the hero they dream to be

The victor; spoiled from the battles of the ongoing war

Body vs Soul

A soldier of virtue climbs to rise above the finite terms of sensation

To where truth overtakes all

The loser am I, sitting here watching from the hill on high

As art, culture and society marginalize me, a fool

A loser am I, unwilling to win, I the watcher, awaiting a divine smile across the face

As I see no reward granted once again

Bowing to reconcile as the winners stand confessing their relative greatness

Creating a shadow for all others to dwell

In pathetic darkness, to lick wounds as the ego decays

From this hill, I see it so, as it goes, on and on

The war of survival, pitting us against each other

For the laws dictate that we must compete

Loss after loss, I watch from my hill, understanding the victory in defeat

A fated submissive, acquiescing to the way things are to be

All this death and persecution at the walls, prisoners of the body, melting away, for it is soul that lets us fly free

And these earthly walls don't mean a thing

And suffering is just a winged illusion of our eventual past

I sympathize with the passings

With each loss we can rise

And we can sing the glory of the new perspective

It is from atop we see that walls work both ways

Seperating truth and love on a horizontal plane

The vision of humanity, drifting away, as it exerts control over each other, fading out of sight

Blessed am I, the loser, watching the days pass, loss by loss, loss by loss




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      manatita44 22 months ago from london

      Your answer is very loving, Bro. And childlike, like the child of which you speak. I admire that. Go ahead, express it as you best feel - opportunity to raise the Consciousness, the only way to heal the Form.

      Much Love, my Friend. Continue ....

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 22 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Dana, I read it backwards (bottom to top) and it worked; I wonder what possessed you to do that, but I really enjoyed it that way too. You are so very spot on with the homeless; I believe a large part of the reason they become downtrodden is because they are the meek and they have been trampled by the masses, there is a holiness in there organic lives. I used to have a lot of material myself (nothing crazy, but much more than most) and now I have far less materially but much more spiritually. I greatly respect your insight and your perspective and your works.

      EWF

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      Dana Tate 22 months ago from LOS ANGELES

      The thing I love about this piece Eric is that I read it from top to bottom, then bottom to top and both versions held deep meaning. There was a time in my life when I had a lot. Then things happened beyond my control and I had very little. It was a humbling experience.

      The funny thing is, once I adjusted I was surprised at how happy I was. As I began to minister with people who the world would call "losers" or "bums" I noticed the same peace. As I meditated on it I realized why.

      They competitiveness, the stress, the meanness, the looking down on others who weren't in the same league as you did not exist among them. They were a community of people who were polite, respectful and actually looked out for one another. No back stabbing existed.

      It's funny how we "successful" people will look down on them and think of them as "losers" but it's really the other way around. We who "chase after the carrot" has robbed ourselves of the very thing we thought money and material things would provide, which is peace. Thanks for another thought provoking piece.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 22 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Manatita, you did speak of such capabilities and I'm glad I was able to execute the piece and put that on display. You've been immersed in the studies, where as I stumble upon things like a child, and maybe that gives me a whimsical nature or tone, even one of innocence, and therefore a Christmas morning unwrapping quality of a gift, perhaps.... And yes "loser" does have many negative connotations, especially in today's landscape; you're correct "witness" would be a better word, an empowering one, but the commentary on society; the one who creates the value system, generates the energy (a negative one), so I feel to embrace it, digest it, and then regurgitate it back as a weapon. As I embrace the word, I break the existing value system or put a crack in the facade; as it is a superficiality and part of the narrative of flesh vs soul.

      *The dialogue and commentary always, greatly appreciated.

      EWF

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 22 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Jodah, truly appreciated as always. You know my work; so the value of your critique always ways heavy in my eyes and heart.

      EWF

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 22 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Anasmom, I appreciate the visit and kind words.

      EWF

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      manatita44 22 months ago from london

      Awesome poem! One of yours that I probably like the most. Superb writing. This is effectively what the Spiritual Masters do, only they are not losers, for even with the best of intentions, it is still a negative word, however brilliant the poetry.

      They are more like witnesses, looking at the play (maya or lila), recognising its value, while we here take it for pain and suffering.

      Deep, profound and very sublime piece. I seem to remember telling you that you could do this ...that you have the capacity ...you already knew. Much Love.

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      John Hansen 22 months ago from Queensland Australia

      I couldn't say it better Eric, and annasmom's comment is spot on. Unbelievable poetry here. Well done.

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      annasmom 22 months ago

      I like it!!!! I get it!!! Totally, is ironic that by refusing to participate in the superficial, the loser wins!!! Lovely!