6 week Writing Challenge

Hello expression monkeys

This writing challenge I have done before but I am adding a little twist:

Theme: recreate a poem from a famous author.

Guidelines: use any part of the piece (style, rhythm, subject) to draw your inspiration.

Each week pick a new poem (for a challenge pick a new author)

Rules: no rules, don’t think and have fun.

Here is mine and please post yours in the comments or just follow along at home!!

How to meditate by Jack Kerouac

Lights out

Fall, hands a clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain discharging the good glad fluid (holy fluid) as I hap-down and hold all my body parts down to a deadstop trance-healing all my sicknesses-erasing all-

Not even the shred of a I-hope-you or a loony balloon left in it, but the mind blank, serene, thoughtless.  When a thought comes-a-springing from afar with its held-forth figure of image, you spoof it out, you spuffit out, you fake it, and it fades, and thought never comes-and with joy you realize for the first time thinking’s just like not thinking- so I don’t have to think anymore

 

My answer

Propaganda: Meditation: fidgeting, obsessive thoughts covered in to-do lists cycling thought 5, 6, 1000 times a minute in between lapses of consciousness awoken by the sound of the snore and thud of the head.  Bruised butt.  Badgering myself into succumbing to the promised surrender and released within the fantasy of nirvana till the buzzer finally rings and a smile appears on my face knowing, that this shit is done and I can embrace the lesser suffering called life and it is good.

 

Facing the Storm

A heart so tattered
Withered worn
Wasted away in a void wanting to be filled by an illusion.
Wretched days pondering what could have been and wipe the gum off my shoes

Crazy clue sliding down the brain waves causing a suffering at mine own hands. Sleepless nights full of reoccurring essence of all that plagues and desires me.

Falling off the cliff into fully feeling and wearing it on my face. Gaining sympathy from a source gazing observant as I reach towards a piece of comfort locked dead in this moment.
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Belonging reload

Running full speed into a pool of polite banter and drinks at the bar

Flooded with polluted water immersed in microscopic dust tainting the illusion of unity.

Stripping away my own desperate plea to belong in a world that finds me rotating on a separate planet design for an audience of one.

Finding peace in a solitude of deep reflection repelling kindergarten games of hide and seek and gossip meant to attach to a an impenetrable wall set up by the maze of self discovery.

Belonging to nothing and embracing it all to seek out the bff that we carry with us from cradle to grave swallowing us up in a grace of release.

Authentic to the boundaries of respect and quality time valued by the essence of my language of love.

Physical embrace by memories of battles won and courage to dare it all alone with the unity of divine acceptance sprouting through the clouds in the brain and sorrow of the soul.

Etched projections of the belief of worthiness in which Inherent innocence provides.

ARise REPEAT

Bite tongue harmonies splintered by what ta do right for wrongs sake and small stuff out of the way.

No true measure of the ripple of conversation piping ignorance to delicate traipse bounded by revolution and peace.

Lost completely in choir preaching and sheep herding breaking through a screaming silence wanting no more less common sensibility dangled out of reach with family loyalties.

All pretentious images mounted on the wall of my stare hoping to

pop open your eyes

before conflict aRise

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Jumping off the ragged cliff into unknown waters of love ever lasting cushioning the blow of secret wounds and doubts of loyalty.

A greater thread bonded to many lifetimes of trying to get it right, satisfied in the suspended moment of mutual electricity.

Fully throttle deep dive squinting to bring up the diamond floating camouflage in charcoal.

Wide open in spite

off

the heavy

winds shaking your spine.

Mine

Yours

Us

As close to oneness

that flesh

and Cupid

allow.