When belief become More than a instrument, you are lost. You remain lost until you learn what belief is really for?
Do not please! Do not suit to the theories!
Give more time to things. Give more time to your understanding. Give more time to self read rather than your sources. Nothing is holier, Nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful strong than the luminous spark of your mind! #conceit#independence#pride#belief#learn
The conceit and masked comparisons that I have come across while reading Metaphysical Poetrh are mind blowing. There are no limits to the exaggerated, far flung comparisons and hyperbolic ideas it portrays.
This poem is called The Flea. Published two years after the death of the poet, it is in fact an erotic poem. It is the denial of a woman towards sexual profanity, and how the wit of the poet compares consummation with an irritating insect such as a flea.
These lines form the first few lines of the second stanza. Based on the iambic tetra and pentameter intermittently, it has vivid imagery and clever wit. The main three protagonists are the man, the woman and the flea. With the guise of the bute of the flea, the man tries to coax his beloved as he urges and explains how due to the bite of the flea,they are already mingled in blood.
There are schemes of shock and playful flirtations as he makes comparisons and false grief upon the death of the flea and how the flea did not need to woo her as much as him,to well, touch her.
It is a smart play of words, in the typical metaphysical style. The devices of personifying something as repulsive as a flea to become a symbol innate raw passion and love is definitely a mastery of words and thoughts.
Read the poem and you will see what poetry can achieve playfully.
Some people are an another name of lie Whom once i used to call best friend. They glorify us To gain sympathies Lies Show-off Beating about the bushes. And harms us And it hurts not because what they did But you never expected that from them Aha, expectations plays with us - Everyone says But no, they only plays with us When you expect from I'll not say 'wrong people' But 'not suitable ones." There's a lot to tell and Say And would've made those people believe How wrong they were. But i have left explaining 'cause i know, Those who don't care For them it doesn't matter. And they, They keep climbing the stairs of conceit On those false things which Coincidentally connects to them But my friend, I will not disturb you And let you climb the stairs For your inner happiness As it would be unfair me To do so. Sacrifices and compromises They aren't well-versed with These words. And, just gained and gathered Filthy love - blind one - false. But who am I to question. As I am ; I won't disturb you. But while you climb those stairs You should know That your gathered, Filthy love - blind one - false Was just short lived. 'Cause the other person Understands. Everything.
holareWhen you let go. You just let go of the person. Not the feelings man. Not the memories. It keeps dawning on every highlighted moment. It's. Ik to love someone is to let go. But what about letting her know what I'm going through. What I'll do for that person. This is a really nice post.