previously posted on just paisley….
Incarnation by ~subconscious on deviantART
born soul on fire,
most will never understand
call it plague
call it blessing
even i can’t comprehend
it’s every incarnation
resurrected twisted form
call it foreign
call it familiar
each life extracted from the last
incandescent soul undaunted
scorching desire still to shine
call it art
call it addiction
bring to life my cluttered mind
unique not in my cravings
but in my yearning to become one
call them drugs
call them men
same obsession in the end
freed from such compulsions
now enslaved in my own head
call it mania
call it phobia
peace is mine now when i am alone
secluded from the real world
my freedom at last found
call it heaven
call it hell
it’s just where i am now
i long still for ascension
from this form to yet another
call it dream
call it desire
let not this incarnation become final….
July 8th, 2008 at 6:50 am
wanna walk and talk with me?…………..always here…………….come take my hand……..
let us sit……….
July 8th, 2008 at 7:19 am
love these :
call it mania
call it phobia
peace is mine now when i am alone
July 8th, 2008 at 7:40 am
“call them drugs
call them men
same obsession in the end”
Paisley the comparison worries me..drugs men and obsession all taken at the same breath
July 8th, 2008 at 8:46 am
If all things are to be experienced, then there is no way we can screw up all of them…
July 8th, 2008 at 9:28 am
peace is mine now when i am alone
Yeah, tell me about it. Im dying to get some of THAT these days.
July 8th, 2008 at 9:52 am
Powerful poem Jodi! I loved the form and know this desire will create a new incarnation.
July 8th, 2008 at 10:47 am
Each life extracted from the last? No, when I “go”, I’ll take “all of me” with me. Convinced that not one of us has a second chance at anything, especially unhappiness, I see little chance of life being any better “the second” time around. If I’ve been living some reincarnation from my past, then I say it’s time I brought “this time around” to a final halt.
July 8th, 2008 at 11:32 am
This structure and content are so powerful they could be the lyrics to a blues song.
July 8th, 2008 at 1:14 pm
perspective…yours or mine?
drugs or men? I SO get that. most people think “falling” which you read on my site,
was about cocaine addiction, and the picture would lead you there, but it was about another type
of addition for me…the addicition to her presence, her touch. sometimes i’m not sure which addiction is worse..
good job…deeply felt and immediatly understood!
July 8th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
There is absolutely another place and no, you’re not at the end. It’s a bit scary, even for me, but the older I get, the more I realize that I don’t care about what others think. I just want to BE. I want to be in places I enjoy, and soak up the amazing aspect of life that I often don’t notice. I take that time for myself because I deserve it. So do you. From Sorrento with love, Jodi. Lots of it.
July 8th, 2008 at 2:12 pm
Love, love, love this. It made me want to sig, and I can’t sing. Surely, though, the point of incarnations is that they are endless?
July 8th, 2008 at 5:50 pm
“call it mania/call it phobia/peace is mine now…” these lines really speak to me. The whole poem does. Incarnation — to embody–a yearning shared by all poets?
July 8th, 2008 at 7:09 pm
Alone can be an empty peace
For to share what’s in the soul
Gives lasting tranquility
When similar inner beings
Do exchange what’s deep inside
To find the one
You must reach out
And touch them with the hand
That comes from all of you
July 8th, 2008 at 7:09 pm
I don’t think this is your final incarnation. You are on a journey of self-discovery right now. There will probably be a few further incarnations along the way, glorious and empowering. By the way, that photo - it gave me chills. There are some talents on Deviant Art, aren’t there? I am so glad I found them via you. Another profound poem from you, Paisley. You are a force to be reckoned with.
July 8th, 2008 at 9:38 pm
The language is powerful and the rhythm seems almost primal. I will be back for more.
July 9th, 2008 at 1:59 am
paisley
I believe we carry most of today into the person we are tomorrow. Yet still, each day we are someone new. To stop looking, for me ,would signal the end.
rel
July 9th, 2008 at 7:23 am
If there is more to learn at the end of life, then it is not one’s final incarnation.
-Nicole
July 9th, 2008 at 2:32 pm
Wow. This is really deep, and beautiful. The addiction of men or drugs or love, or anything for that matter is all the same isn’t it. And, once we become sober; or recovering - it takes so long to feel comfortable in that setting again - knowing our addictive personalities will become addicted again. I have no answers. I have never been able to tread shallow waters, I either stay out or go too deep. Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.
July 9th, 2008 at 5:35 pm
i love the musicality of your verses and the passion that reaches out to me in each line.
July 9th, 2008 at 8:45 pm
Jodi! This poem would be an amazing song! You NEED to hook up with someone who can write music and get this off to a music producer ( or straight to alicia keys??) LoVe your stuff mama!
July 9th, 2008 at 11:51 pm
Oh yes I agree with Lucy you should be sending this out! The rhythm is beautiful! The euphoric diversions that bind all addictions are pretty much the same obsession. So well put! Your mind definately would be a sad thing to waste! Wishing you a heart full of peace, and a head full of success!….Turn those words into profit my dear, you are a cut above the rest…How is that for three clinches back to back?…yes I am a writing nightmare!
Wonderful job as always Jodi!
Hugs Giggles
July 10th, 2008 at 4:07 am
‘incandescent soul undaunted
scorching desire still to shine
call it art
call it addiction
bring to life my cluttered mind’
Though the entire piece is amazing, I particularly enjoyed these lines. Once again, it’s like you’ve stepped inside my mind and put all that I am into words. I can so relate to what you’ve written here.
July 10th, 2008 at 6:17 pm
i long still for ascension
from this form to yet another
call it dream
call it desire
let not this incarnation become final….
My hope too is that there is always hope to move on to a better place, physically and spiritually, and that once there, I will finally feel that I am where I should be, who I should be, and happy with both. If that place exists, well, I guess I will just have to wait…and hope…just as you say “call it a dream/call it a desire”
July 11th, 2008 at 4:51 pm
hi p… as if you were opening doors taking a glimpse and moving on… call it heaven, call it hell, it’s just where i am now… yeah, i can do that…
July 11th, 2008 at 5:01 pm
Trust me, this incarnation is not final.
Really enjoyed the rhythm and word usage in this piece.