Remember – (poem/rant)

It has been quite some time since I last posted to Echoes of Solitude, and for those that have subscribed to this site, I apologize for letting you down … it was not my intention to depart from this blog for such a protracted period of time. Having said that, I would like to present you with a recent poem called Remember. This is not just a poem, it is a bit (well, more than a bit) of a rant – running the gamut of several of the things that are peeves of mine, from advertisements for “enhancement” products for men, as well as the pharmaceutical obsession with the male erection and their seeming lack of interest in taking on the realm of the antibiotics battle – a battle that we risk losing as things get progressively worse with MRSA and VRSA becoming more prevalent in hospital-based infections. Then there’s fracking, conspiracy theories, and – perhaps – the possibility of government run mind-control. The stuff of great conspiracies.

In many ways my writing has been a battle for a number of reasons, not the least of which has been the lack of the political expression that I have been willing to put into my written words – almost as if I were afraid of fully articulating my ideas. Perhaps I have been reluctant to fully embrace my background in poetic works as much as I could have, but I realize now that this has been a mistake, and I have to thank the readers of this blog and my poetry for helping me see this: your comments have been invaluable in allowing me to see that I should not hide my voice. Thank you; I hope you enjoy this poem. More shall be posted soon.

Remember

Walking through empty fields
you are distressed to find
no others at this intersection
suddenly appearing in the midst of nothingness
having wandered through days of regret, the
nights of empty passion
left scattered
by the wayside of forgetfulness, while
others find little comfort in the heat of their
sticky embrace
brought together by the carnal needs
long thought to be tamed … by
other means
(surely not when you can
increase the size of your erection, isn’t
that the most important thing?) to
make it last
oh, so much longer
… Sustain it, to
make every stroke count
because, after all,
the ability to get it up
trumps the fight against anything else that
may be trying to kill us –
who gives a damn if there are microbes, unseen
bugs we’ve trained
that are resistant to every damn thing in the arsenal
against the things we can’t see,
but which can kill us
just easily as you used to
spit into a glass across the table, the
things we used to do
for fun
when we weren’t concerned
about dying
when we weren’t concerned
about the ground beneath our feet
belching up flammable fuels
mixed up in our drinking water
when we weren’t concerned
with words like “fracking” and
“hijacking” – when a conspiracy was
a few guys in a back room
with a weather balloon, with
little green men dressed up
in Air Force Uniforms …
But times have changed, indeed
they have
remember how they used to
inject us in grade school, sometimes
during recess, but always
before we left for the day …?
Neither had I, but
that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen
it only means the injections
suppressed my memories, just
like they wanted … if only
I could remember … if only
I could remember ….

Copyright © 2012 by Peter Amsel (Aufzuleiden) Creative Commons Exceptions for Fair Use

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8 Responses to “Remember – (poem/rant)”

  1. Verve Miro Says:

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  3. aufzuleiden Says:

    Thank you – I’m glad that you love the site … I hope my work continues to please you.

  4. Sharp Little Pencil Says:

    Peter, you have indeed found voice for your anger, and that is a good thing. If the idea of injustice eats away at you, it sort of wins. If you express it and share it and start to sway minds, it leaves in its own way. Your jabs at at the pharmaceutical industry, espec. as regards E.D., are great. It’s a shame that most men don’t understand it’s not the genetalia we crave as much as the… well, the oral side of things. But The American Male is supposed to be big in everything, and that myth is of course set on its ear by The Ken Doll, ha ha ha. “Where did it go?”

    Hospitals, yes, MRSA and all the rest. I hate going on hospital visits with Lex (pastoral) but do it for a few I’m close with. My lungs are so trashed after all the secondhand smoke of the clubs, I’m really afraid I’ll catch something there.

    Keep ’em coming, man. Love your passion, and so sorry I have not been by lately… Peace (and vinyl gloves?) Amy

  5. aufzuleiden Says:

    You have paid me a greater compliment than you could imagine, Amy – it was actually your poetry that inspired me to resume writing in this manner – to begin the search for my “voice” again in my writing. It’s one thing to be secure in my abilities as a composer but it’s an altogether different thing to have that same confidence in my writing … I have much work to do before I’m at that point – but – it makes the process easier knowing that there are readers out there that appreciate what I’m posting.

    Thank you for your time and comments – they’re greatly appreciated!
    -p

  6. Jailbreak Says:

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  7. Dinah Kshywonis Says:

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  8. kolektory słoneczne Says:

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