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Cistus in Flames.

Prologue:

This world is not our own.

Centuries of roots have been laid down but still nothing has grown.

Dynasties, communities and families.

All built on a notion of unity.

Yet we still struggle alone.

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It has begun.

The mobilisation of our dark spirit.

Many cautionary tales, many warnings.

We refused to acknowledge it.

We planted a grand dream.

 

Its buds were conceived in glistening haste.

Its thick, rocky and chunky roots squirmed and squelched through an infertile soil.

It was as if this earthly paste denied us the blossom of greatness.

 

We were never really ready, our speakers preoccupied with the sounds of social gratification.

Our worm-like fingers grasping hopelessly to respond to every notification.

 

The instruments of our minds are constantly suffering from trivial withdrawal.

But a feast of freedom lies within our reach!

If we could just block the frenzy..

maybe we could find the answer we seek.

 

The subconscious craving for something precious. Peaceful. Precise.

The yearning for this purity; only stemmed by our fear of the puritanical.

These fleeting sensations of hedonism need not be a sign of vice.

For our pursuit of pleasure is honourable. It is natural.

 

Under what pretense will our social achievements be framed and frosted in glory?

The fossilisation of our nobler efforts have been blissfully ignored.

Our collective actions radiate like the dying embers of a broken sun that can no longer protect its children.

 

The refurnishing of our soul requires a plentiful mental harvest,

but should we resupply and reproduce for a world that doesn’t try its hardest?

 

How can we be guardians of a home that seethes and hisses of our very presence ?

Will it end with the jaws of the earth swallowing our existence whole?

Allowing it to breath smoothly and freely, but alone.

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2 thoughts on “Cistus in Flames.

  1. Ossídio Gaspar says:

    Reece,

    I am enjoying your writing, my friend. From what I can see, you have a lot to say about the problems and challenges we face. This is fantastic because, as writers, I think, we need to do as much as we can to point these things out and use our passion as critically as possible. Though, having said this, I am very curious to find out what it is that you think we should be doing to improve on our situation. What should we be doing? I would love to read something towards this end.

    All the writerly love,
    Ossídio

    • Hello Ossídio,

      I’m glad you have enjoyed my writing and its nice to virtually meet you! I agree that we have a social and personal duty to raise these issues through our writing mediums, although sometimes its not always easy to articulate it though. Yes, I guess its an easy tendency for writers to discuss whats wrong with the world without trying to offer any solutions. To be honest with you I don’t have any concrete idea, but some steps in the right direction. My poem Cistus in Flames discusses the idea of rebirth and the idea of humanity needing to hit the restart the button. (I might raise theme more often in the future) It may seem overly radical and negative, but I think we have been stumbling over the same obstacles for a while now. I sometimes feel as if we need to grind through a lot of dirt before things truly get any brighter.

      I also think some sort of spritual rengagement and religious revolution could make a huge difference. But there are a lot of risks and grey areas within this. My other blog post explains this with a bit more depth.

      https://radicalpoliticalhistorical.wordpress.com/2017/06/04/could-religious-politics-make-a-comeback/

      Its all very up in the air though, and sometimes I think its ok to admit we don’t know all the answers. What do you think we could do?

      Sorry for the long post!

      Best Wishes,
      Reece

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