The poison
Sunday, Sep 27, 2009 2:40PM / Standard Entry
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The poison
I drank from that foul,vile spring
Hungry, swirled my tongue deliriously
Drops that trickle in toxic dance
Inundated with the fervor of thirst
Drink, drank I, drunk in petulant delight
Every scruple of my fallen insight
Drink I did in willing ignorance
That fountain sprung of bewitching guile
As pellets fell so did drops, dressed
Prettily streaked upon my lips
No rancorous tirades nor a chalice
Kissed with the mar of loving malice
Poison may and poison be
A loveless cheer, a squandered heart
Debasing minds of bitter shards
Fall, drunk in valiant stupor then
Victim to a tainted spring
Than a soul that cannot sing.
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I wrote this when I recalled the days of absolute sullen melancholy I
was swimming in previously. This is a poem that talks about a character
that dies after drinking from a poisoned spring. But before u start
shaking your head and wondering why anyone would drink even out of
thirst from a poisonous source, u should check the negative thoughts
that enter your heads each day. Sometimes they may not even be thoughts
conjured by u. They may have been criticisms or hurtful remarks from
others. Those are the "poison" that we drink of so much that we may
actually believe them enough to start conjuring our own thoughts of
negativity. Obviously when we were born, we must have heard something
that taught us how to think, believe and absorb. As time went by, we
start to register the events of unhappiness or hurt from outside into
our systems and then we start to lament and sink in melancholy. How
much more poisonous is a negative mind than a spring of contaminated
water? Because if we're not our best cheer givers, then we depend on
others to give us that cheer we need. The energy sapped upon this
dependence is like a running stopwatch, before the most optimistic
person in the world becomes too drained to provide anything.
These days I struggle with the lure of "artistic dilemma". I would be
enticed to watch a great movie or listen to a great song but it could
be filled with so much pain and anguish till the very life of me
becomes sapped by them. It gets worse when you produce a piece of work
which requires you to zap into the characters of pure pain. But as I
shared with a friend who's very senior and experienced in this aspect,
he tells me when he sees or watches things with great catharsis, he
takes it upon himself to cherish his happiness and his life more so
than ever. There is a stronger incentive now to cherish. It means, when
faced with great negativity you double up your positive power. I
thought that sounded very insightful, but often when we hear things, we
really hardly listen to them. :)
I admit that I wrote this poem after I saw Leaving Las Vegas. It was
one of the most morose films ever that literally eats u up in those 2
hours. But none the less, an excellent piece of work.
Hmm, recently a friend who used to be so negative changed and I'm
stoked to know that because previously whenever I saw him his pet
phrase would be "life sucks.same old same old, can't seem to get
better". I remember that his dampening spirits made me a little sad
because I wished he could lean on to a glimmer of hope that didn't make
it so heavy, so cloudy and gray. It occurred to me then that I must
have drained so many people out when I was sullen and melancholic
before. So now in face of anything that's pulling me down, I must
double up the positivity! Yeaps!
God bless u and have a brilliant week +++++
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