A Post-Modern Portrait – A Poem

“But I like the inconveniences.”
“We don’t,” said the Controller. “We prefer to do things comfortably.”
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
“In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.”
“All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be unhappy.”
“Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to-morrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.” There was a long silence.
“I claim them all,” said the Savage at last.
Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. “You’re welcome,” he said.

-Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 

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A Post-Modern Portrait

Steel covered sky.
Gun-stock gray rays.
Metallic molten moon.

Where do you turn when the hovering dome
That covers your head is sucked void of joy
Like an eternal vacuum, gasping for breath?

Is this really all there is left –
Empty shells consisting of robotic movements,
Resembling humans, but without hearts beating in their chest?

Why are the pure at heart so easily discarded as trash,
But the deceivers received as gold?
What kind of world do we live in when all meaning has been lost –
A heirloom remembered, but regarded as ancient and old?

I’m afraid the heart seeks a treasure that doesn’t exist,
Washed out by the waves of progress
And swallowed by the deluded ideals of feminists.

Woman, do you want to know why there’s no longer
Knights in shinning armor walking the streets?
Because you have become accustomed to the darkness,
Mated with the dragon, and your pride refuses to admit you’re in need.

Independence and self-reliance have paved the death of the soul.
Romantics lay in anguish,
Lost in a world gone cold.

When the Self becomes king,
Selfishness reigns supreme.
Love is shackled and silenced When “ME” “MY”, and “MINE”
Are the passions and desires the heart screams.

Gun-stock gray flock
Of unfulfilled passionate yearnings
Flutter across the cold, metallic sky.
Heartless, inhumane existence clatters
With each footstep of people passing by.

And I am lost in this game.
I don’t know how to join in the delusions.
I have no desire to come to your miscalculated conclusions.

I don’t know how to still the warm heart beating in my chest.
I have no desire to walk like a lamb to the slaughter
And watch my soul shrivel like all the rest.

I have no desire to play by the rules
Of this revised edition of the Game of Life.
I’ll boldly wait in my alienated prism reflecting the light
Rather than sell my soul and vulnerability for the sake of safety
And step out into that dark night.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

Interstate Pondering – A Poem About How Fast Life Goes By

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Interstate Pondering – A Poem About How Fast Life Goes By

Every time I turn around
I have just enough time to catch a glimpse
Of years like Indy cars zipping around the track
At the 500 fly by.
Hours vanish with hands racing
Around the clock at hyper-speed.
Days depart with only skid marks
And the lingering odor of burnt rubber.
Months like taxi cabs you flag down,
But never seem to notice your cries
For them to slow down when you’re already late
And catch a ride to travel towards your goals.
Life is a vacation that is always over much too fast
And before you know it you’re grey and old.
Youth leisurely lingers like a traffic jam,
Slow enough to notice all the details and lines of the road.
And yet ignorance shields your mind
From realizing it’s just rush hour traffic –
Soon your will be speeding away at 70 mph,
Barely able to take in the sights and memories
Before they exist far in the past.
But life gives you no leeway to miss your exits.
If you fail to read the signs
It’s tough shit and time to carry on.
Our only advice is Carpe Diem, seize the day,
Because tomorrow yesterday slips through our fingers and is gone.
The madness of time is its inconsiderate ability
To let you be aware of its passing
Only after your car breaks down, your engine shot,
And smoke pours from underneath your hood
Just before your long awaited destination
Can be seen on the horizon.
But there’ll be no more driving.
That exit you’ve searched all these years
Will remain in the distance.
You’ll only stay still for a second
Before the tow truck arrives and drops you off at the junk yard
To deteriorate with all the other vehicles
That once frequented the roads of life.
So look around.
Be aware of your surroundings.
If you’re flying down the interstate
Appreciate and take in your trip
Because its the only trek you’ll ever take
And before you know it
It’ll be over.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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The Origin of Emotion – A Poem

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The Origin of Emotion – A Poem

To feel is to know.
To know is to feel.
It’s when the green hills of summer become covered with snow
That winter bares its teeth and becomes real.
Do I feel love before I recognize its voice
Or does my mind cognitively realize before my heart?
Does the mind first tell the eyes to become moist
Or do the raging rivers of tear drops flow
When the levees of my heart have been torn apart?
Does emotion start out as a thought or a feeling?
Nestled within the chambers of rational or dream?
Do the bells of chaos exist in my head and ring
Or is it my breast that shrieks and screams?
To know is to feel.
To feel is to know.
I’m fairly certain reality becomes real
Whenever we plant the scattered seeds of life
And where we decide to let them grow.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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