Subjective RealitySubjective Reality
Social solitude, vindictive sanctuary.
Comparisons of hopes and dreams are sold,
are lost, traded away.
A conflict without confrontation.
Reinforcing the perception of this
controversial virtuality, regarded as restricted.
What are you doing here?
What rights do you have?
To judge, without official permission,
the choices that are made,
that I make.
The questions we ask are pondered upon,
as time slows down,
and philosophers wander on.
To see what we want to see,
an illusion, a lie,
inflicted upon ourselves;
Merciless thoughts and images,
pills and albino white rabbits,
lands of imaginations and wonders;
An escape from reality,
is reality of the escape.
Winter AbyssWinter Abyss
A blinding vision of white,
all around, all I can see.
This world of Abyss, I can never leave.
The air around is deaths touch;
A jokers laugh, slicing through the wind.
The chance to leave, the opportunities
have escaped my grasp and left me here.
The glittering gold is only white,
The sky above; at distances height,
is the only change of colour, in this plane of white.
I only need one chance to review,
the options I would then choose
would all be but a slow virtue.
Damned is the philosophy; What good is it now?
It fails to prove my defence in this time of need,
Why should I keep it alive, What good is it doing me?
An ace, a jack, the joker card.
A game of time, to pass the age,
to judge reality, to assess the risk.
Jokers laugh, my vision blurred.
Say what you will now,
and risk losing it to the wind,
for its mockery will be the only thing
leaving my body for the icy wind.
English Assessment SpeechPrufrock in Aliceland
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Sorry, I cant help but quote lines from Alice in Wonderland, which would be a good thing considering that Ill be explaining the similarities of it to that of T.S Eliots The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
The Alice in Wonderland that I shall be doing is based on a novel published in 1865, but since I dont own that novel, I decided to study the 1951 animated feature film that was produced by Walt Disney Productions. Since Eliot didnt pass on till 1965, that gives him at least a good 14 years of animated Wonderland good-ness.
The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock is an internal monologue where Prufrock reveals himself as lonely a