Sta.sh
And so, in delight we remain blind
Unconsciously rejecting your inner self
Until one thing provokes the other
And consciously, we try to find
our inner peace, again
Until we meet again
You and I
Daemon, my disgust
Begone with all the hatred
you built up in my mind
And so, in sadness we are aware
Consciously accepting your limitations
Until another daemon will find us
And eliminates our defense
Try to restore your fallen glory
For reasons unknown to this daemon
Our kin will fight on
Pursuing our final embrace
And so, our body and mind will resolve
This bitter issues we
now are aware of
Holding you to a higher standard
That will give you the ambition and courage
to fight on, ever towards your dreams
And now that we are finally awake
Press the attack, for you are the one chosen
Chosen, to alter and influence destinies
Of glorious kind
Don't let that daemon put you aside
For he is naught but trouble
Don't let the daemon whisper to your ear
'Come find me...'
Don't.
'Come and find me...'
I won't surrender to you, malicious insanity
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Seth Godin explains it in his phenomenal book "Linchpin."
The way you spoke of it cause some confusion for me and, overall, the piece was a bit on the vague/muddy side. The issue with poetry is that oftentimes the emotions are very closely tied to you because you're experiencing them...so the meaning of the poem is clear to you, but not to us. Which is what I get from it.
I'd like to suggest working on clarifying things a tad bit more so that the reader has more to work off of. I really didn't know too much of what you were trying to explain.
And when I look at my older work, I see that I did the same thing with a lot of what I wrote.
I now have a collection of pieces that go back to 07' and amount to a few hundred [trust me, only a tenth of those are really even worth skimming]. But the progression you'll notice in a year is really cool.
Woah, that is really much! =O