Hmmm...can YOU decipher my True meaning? A poem?

I have written two poems, both of which are interwoven despite their distance from the other. They both hold a single, united message, though. Can you tell what it is?





I





I appear to have courted madness and jealousy,


to have held them close to my breast,


and to praise them fervently as maidens fair,


mistresses of my love and pen.





When, as reality oft shows,


(for it is a wicked sort, and finds joy


in dunking my head 'neath the thin ice of dreams)


I am beholden to none other than Stability.





I am truly stripped of my lies, my artist's robes,


ashamedly naked before my written works,


who begin to take to heart doubt of their own sincerity,


and begin to mutter and jeer; O cruel cacophony!








II





O mankind, thou art mad!


How else can any other man call it,


but to imprint it firmly, with conviction!


Ah, I myself am gripped by this


madness, this harsh reprieve.


Awaken, for you are Man,


and the Earth tires of your stupor.Hmmm...can YOU decipher my True meaning? A poem?
1. Your poems may not be your personal experience but just written for the sake of writing. They are fictional works as, i.e. a homosexual man would write of mad love for a woman.





2. Mankind needs not our lies but the truth of who and what we are, whomever and whatever that may be.





Or I could be entirely wrong; tried to analyze these before my wee one got home...but she arrived before I could give them full thought.Hmmm...can YOU decipher my True meaning? A poem?
The quality of being human... Madness and jealousy is part of ourselves as human... The first is an artist's voice, the second belongs to a higher being (God?)... The artist thinks too highly of himself for he is the creator of his works... But he is nothing compared to his creator...





'Awaken, for you are Man,


and the Earth tires of your stupor.'





Am I close?
Bonjour Arthur. L'art pour l'art comes to mind.
The artist almost always hides behind eccentricity of their words, paintings, etc. This 'madness' is sanity of the ultimate kind...we do not see through rose-colored glasses...the way the rest of the world does.





We redeem ourselves by giving beauty to society, instead of our dreary lives, normalcy...which we term as 'madness'.





We see.
The author woke


In his trashed loft


Near Kensington


Oyster gone


Brioni ripped


Hermes knotted


Around his ankle





Throws on 501's


Shrink-to-fit


Dives into a Hanes T


Lifts the Cannondale


Heads to Hyde





The roof over


Shakespeare


Crashes


The crowd


BCC and Murdoch


A%26amp;F on Seville Row


Hysteria %26amp; scones





Tate


Mangled metal


Roshen.. er


Rausche....


Rowshen...


..err Berg something





Alas ! Arte


Moderna.
Proverbs 16:18 (King James Version)





Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
I believe it was Kafka who wrote that man cannot live without illusions. The illusions we hold regarding ourselves and others may be a kind of madness, but perhaps a necessary one.





Nice icon. How's Verlaine?
A theme of madness - in a world of sadness. An inborn fear - do not get too happy - for things will change. Dang 鈾?br>

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There needs to be another Shakespeare or something. Someone who writes brilliantly and will become super famous. Writing right now is in a stupor and people need to write with their hearts.
quite interesting .. I would cast my vote with Kyu as that seems the logical assumption, and having far graver things on my mind right now, this is the easiest route for me.
i like your poems
methinks


this means you are sane
Wow, you wrote this yourself? It's awesome. (:


I am bad at analyzing poems, but I guess it doesn't hurt to try. xD





Perhaps you are trying to convey to us that writing is not an art anymore, but a form of competition and disguise. To attain stability and to ensure that the works would attract audiences, writers nowadays write what the world thinks is right, and not what they themselves feel about the topic. Therefore, this uncertainty in the writer which can be seen by the words ';mistresses'; and ';stupor'; makes the world quite artificial. And people are tired of living in an artificial world where originality is long forgotten and they wish that writers would keep grounded to their beliefs and not sway together with the wind, doing what others are doing.





Haha, I think it is completely wrong, but it was fun. (:
Okay, you write fantasy but your are a realist. So you are stripped of the Jacobean lurid mask. Big deal.





Humans believe in fantasies (religion?) and you as a ';fantasist'; share the obsession. You cajol yourself to wake up and smell the coffee.





You will think I am mocking when I say I read ';doubt of their own sincerity'; I laughed out loud, but it is because they ironic tone you are so fond of does not easily spit out ';doubt of their own sincerity'; with conviction. It isn't that I don't think you take your art seriously, but you have to step far out of character to express it.





Have a nice day, or night or whatever it is where you are.

ktm