Paradoxes: Synopsis of a Tear Drop

Avatar Author: Tad Winslow "If you don't work nothing will." Maya Angelou Read Bio

Forever isn’t true
Beyond you
You who sees through
Eyes that live
Who thinks in a mind
Confined to pine
For what’ll give
A survivor’s finder’s
Fee - A distinctive
Instinctive ostentatious banality
Wrought with haves
And halves of have nots
And grabs of sad
Simultaneously glad
Slabs of all you’ve got
Moving from cold to hot
Soothing sold bones
Sunken near the stove top.
Losing all goals
Rolling like a tear drop
Running
When all un-done-ing
Starts to stop…
Because forever
Is your own endeavor
Always remember
Kids born in December
Who ought to pull the strings
Who fought that which controls all things
And thought…
If my gift is to know of nothing
Before or after
This life I breathe
Then indeed
What it means
Seems to matter
To me
I’ll be here eternally
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The life in me is all I’ve known
From boy to grown
From joy to gloam
For as long as I have known, endlessly,
Imbedded in the past everlasting tremendously
Small as shards of shattered glass
Tall, large, dull in death life will outlast
Alive in our past.

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  1. Avatar Tad Winslow

    It’s odd for people to believe in free will because there is so much you have no say or control of…since we can agree that we’ll all die one day— no matter what… isn’t that our fate, or a kind of fate… so free will could exist but only fate is proven… then, whose to say everything hasn’t already happened…? Maybe that’s what eternity is— a repitition of what has already happened— if that’s the case then thankfully we have no recollection of these events— cuz that would get BORING lol

  2. Avatar Wednesday [PJ] ((LoA))

    You leave me speechless. Something that seems at first glance so senseless makes perfect sense. I love the absurdity of your poetry and the way it flicks off my tongue as I read it to the silence of my bedroom. You amaze me with your skill and the beauty of your visions, your prophecies, your love of all this which you write and all I can say for certain of your poetry is that it finds me in way unfound and speaks to me in ways unspoken and moves me in ways I never thought to move.

  3. Avatar Kihd

    Tad, Tad, Tad. Your poetry dominates. Serious rockativity. It always has such a … nonchalant rhythm? I think that fits. Like “Hey, I’m Tad’s poem. I can walk the walk and talk the talk.”
    Anywho, I love it. :)

  4. Avatar Marli

    17th line. Should sold be cold? I know you have cold in previous but sold ruins this section for me. I have probably misread so will wait and reread later after acatnap. As usual a splendid rendition .
    Nuh. I’m sticking with it. Teach me the reason Tad, why sold should not be cold.

  5. Avatar Tad Winslow

    ‘Sold’ means something to me there in that place… explaining it would take from it… I don’t trust anyone to understand my explanations, although maybe I should take down the veil and just tell you… I’m not going to… too risky to do so…I can totally see how cold fits well there…but this isn’t about fitting well, necessarily. Thanks for the comments from you all, and PJ you make my heart sing, truly <3 Thank you.

  6. Avatar Marli

    Its still a masterpiece ,Tad.
    I am happy with your explanation. Thanks for taking time to reply.

  7. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nice poem, though I disagree with your musings on free will. Every day we choose actions and reactions. Though much is out of our control, we can choose how we deal with it all. Fate could exist, as a philosophical explanation contrary to what we see and do everyday, but free will is all around us.

  8. Avatar Tad Winslow

    @THX
    I agree, I’m not saying one way or the other, I believe in both happening at the same time, which is an unproven paradox— which is partly why its in the title. All I mean is that its odd to believe only in free will, to me, because the proof of fate is kind of astounding.