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The Pains of Happiness
Has it ever felt so good it hurt..a feeling of intense pleasure and happiness of the greatest achievement...just to crash later,
Hope and flourishing drives of lavish appeal that seems so surrealistic...ow that hurts now...can't seem to let it go,
Tearing off the roof as you grow high...self esteem so far in the clouds...the rain is bound to wash it all away,
Pinnacles of greatness that seem to be around every corner...just to get bad news of injustice or false prestige mistaking you.
Money oh money you come and you go...fearless flying among the marketplaces of the high end world,
To be or not to begin...beginning races to the finish line that someone else has already won,
Wait can it be we are no more than fleas among the great dog of the world...biting and biting but never realizing our fates,
To accomplish more one must first gain wisdom...but isn't that already out the door in resentful dissent.
I mistake myself for greater goods...striving to be someone of great occupational descent...but I need to climb the great ladder first,
Ladder of jobs...talent...realization of the best possible situations from the worst of areas,
Overall craziness in the largest arena...the world of corporate faces...half scarred from deciet...the other from individuality stripped away,
Why fight the grain...why fight alongside it...why follow it...just fly high above it and miss the greatest traffic jam of world imperfections,
Terrible misunderstandings they will tell of you...but never falter for the world is simply a painful recommendation.
Take it or leave it...fight against or pursue it...but never take the light of such areas of conflict with considerable attribution,
Forefront warfare of reduced value housing...happiness that you can own more...painful realization that you can't sell it later,
Capitalism and the true to be tarot cards...gambling with life and liberty like a rat in a hoop jumping competition,
Socialism I'm free forming thought of never ending individuality restrictions...where can we draw the line...oh the pains of happiness.
If you like this poem, you can view a few of my others below:
- Water Fragility
A Poem about the powers of water, the destruction of particular functions in life most needed to the individual of today. - A Cup of Coffee For Me
A Poem about the bloodshed surrounding my cup of coffee. It also relates a distinction of addiction after one drinks coffee for quite awhile. - A Multipurpose Universe
A Universe stranded in a second of time, multiverses of universes that show current events before and after they happened. This poem redefines how a universal concept of time really works and sociological backdrops into theories unfolding.
Comments
- Author
Thank you, that is very true.
Hi BakerRambles
Would we appreciate happiness without pain.
I don't think we find happiness. It is a way of being.
Voted up and beautiful.
- Author
Thank you for the comment, I hope this belts you through your struggles.
thank you for putting this on my facebook wall while i was in the hospital... the first hearing let me out thank you Bishop and my erradic behavior truly revealed as just being irriated and arrogant and not pyscosis induced...
if i talked as slow as the first video, maybe they would understand me too, i was irrated though having to wait for each thought to be continue with a pause in between...
something about my doctor saying i sounded unable to be comprehended felt like he was an ass hole, but maybe i just am too smart for him...
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