The bleakness of reality


Reality is never pretty
in its brutal ruthlessness of naked truth
but rather awesome and forbidding,
let alone unhuman not to say the least,
a terrifying hostile monstrous cruelty
that leaves no man alone in peace
but forces everyone to deadly lifelong struggle
all the way down to the grave.
Nothing can improve reality
except romantic dreams and fantasies,
your own imagination and idealism,
which can at least improve reality
by softening it to your mind and senses,
and that is what we call creativity.
We do not know if actually it does improve reality,
but we could hardly go on living
if we were bereft of that last possibility and hope.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-21 at 20:12

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks Christian I genially feel the sentiments of your poem hear. By pure contestants I wrote a poem of how I feel right now. That feeling is never so far away.
Ken D Williams
2011-01-03


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A great opening argument for a lively debate.

I believe that reality is my life, my existence, in a time and place where I interact with the conscious world alone and with others. It is far from bleak but covers a spectrum from horror to elation; never constant; ever changing.

Thanks Christian for focusing my thoughts on this topic.

Happy New Year!

Joe
2010-12-30


John Ashleigh
Very bleak. But oh so true. A pleasure to read, thanks for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-21