find your passion
find your passion
by Earl Cooley
yes, find your passion
and curb stomp it
until yammering agony
subsides into blessed silence,
the peace of the grave
or choose the security of the slave,
the slave to passion,
philosophy’s wild handmaiden
bent on the annihilation of meaning
on the altar of truthiness.
unfettered by the surly bonds of awareness,
instead, let your words choose themselves,
as they know what’s up and down
better than you or I ever will;
the words will snarl with affection
Earley Cooley reminds us that whatever philosophy or roads
to ambiguity we choose to let words from our own creation and
sublimation to commit to,we introduce our own ironic disguises or ,disputations, that’s how our reputations and refutations are recreated.
Oops, typos in my name. heh.
Earl I enjoyed your poem,Sorry for the early morning
typo.
BZ