An Epigram on the C.O.B.
The complexity of being.
Life destined on decisions- visions of higher power
studies of origins prove
to be the foundations to faith.
The beings we grew up with seemed to pave the way.
Before education- socialization was in the household;
we believed in every-story that had been forever told
through the means of cartoons, music videos…
The prospects of the unlimited, the illusion, that provoked
us; to dream higher
towards a world where qualifications weren’t required.
Never too concerned with the physicality till we
learned about the green monster,
and the pressures of life attacked and conquered.
Our inner monsters killed already turnt’ our
third eye to steel already, unconsciously conscience.
Buried alive but without blinds.
Finding it hard to block out the polluted skies.
I mean the TV screen our Intel processor establishing
themes that violence is cool, get the latest shoes, have sex, and indulge in materials.
Inadvertently we stagnate:
intuitively we should form our commodities around aquiring intellectual wealth- a great proclamation; in ode to eudaimonia
(Edouard Labrosse (b. 1983, Lyon, France) - Untitled, 2012 Paintings: Oil on Canvas)
P.S. The next time you feel hungry for poetry, choose to have your corn on the C.O.B