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Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Pain And Pleasure Of Life

Pain And Pleasure Of Life
© Surazeus
2025 05 28

With thoughtless irony of naked truth 
I measure tides of constant social change 
to analyze how humans compose tales 
that organize randomness of events 
to invent meaning from traumatic hope 
till pain and pleasure merge into strange dreams. 

Each time I step out of my comfort zone 
and open door of opportunity 
where I encounter yet another stranger, 
I feel my body buzz with energy 
that sparks hopeful currents between our brains 
so pain and pleasure solder our hot souls. 

Embraced with passion of conceptual love, 
we writhe with agony of lusting faith 
that generates new bodies from our souls 
who scatter far across landscape of hope 
with hungry passion to transcend frail bounds 
through pain and pleasure that transforms our minds. 

Contained alone within bounds of my skin, 
wrapped tightly round by aura of desire, 
I navigate soul-crowded streets of fate 
where millions of my doppelgangers stride 
boldly forth with tense tides of human hope, 
trapped by pain and pleasure we calculate. 

Encased within strict confines of my skull, 
my mind, that soars across all time in space, 
wonders why I am me and no one else, 
conscious only of my single self alone 
out of zillions of souls who lived and died 
entangled in pain and pleasure of life. 

These atoms that compose my thinking brain, 
which flared forth from first flash of the big bang, 
spiraled in one star of one galaxy, 
then congealed in this planet lost in space 
that generates my soul from chemicals, 
sparked by pain and pleasure with consciousness. 

The vast electric field of energy, 
which conforms white whole of the universe, 
is nothing more that sea of flashing light 
that evolves my brain through millions of years 
so I am conscious of myself awake, 
knowing through pain and pleasure I am real. 

My ancestors thousands of years ago 
designed concept of universal God 
based on our private sense of consciousness, 
so I am atoms that form neural net 
awake as mortal with immortal glow, 
molded by pain and pleasure to believe. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus stands on the sea shore, holding lyre of Mercury, and contemplates his conscious sense of being alive through pain and pleasure of the body.

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