Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Unwelcome Occupation Comments

Rating: 5.0

I was a zombie once
Or twice rather, to be truthful
Not some wretched infectious thing
Looking to spread my dismay
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Mike Smith
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Kevin Patrick 25 May 2016

I know this is one of your earlier works but its still a powerful read, like others before have said, Ive been inflicted with that malignant affliction of zombiefication, in fact there are still days I feel it clawing through me, the dead weight of days rotting ambitions and lost joy sapping everything until there is nothing but a walking dead man, seeing but not feeling anything around. Whether its called depression, anxiety or being a zombie (or as I like to call it working in retail) its all the same thing, accepting what you are and who you are is the first step to finding Just living helps. You changed, you found an antidote to being a zombie that alone makes this a wonderful read, and just inspiration to continue. This isn't just a poem its a message for hope, its art and its finest.

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Mike Smith 27 May 2016

You give me too much credit. I thank you sincerely anyhow. I agree with what you say, that the zombie can strike at anytime. I find myself encountering it, often, but I've come to a point where I've grown quite good at recognizing it. And therefore I can snub it out early... The best comparison I can make is that I have a terrible reaction to poison ivy. I've come down with it such a number of times that, through study and experience, I've become very (very) keen at spotting the plant. And when I do, I avoid it like the plague.... Probably all somewhat irrelevant. But thank you very much for your comment Kevin. I do appreciate it

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Manonton Dalan 23 February 2016

I always thought people around me are zombies .... they're still are... one thing they talk to themselves all the time.

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Kelly Kurt 16 February 2016

Wow! I think that I have not yet finished the process you have described, but I am intimately familiar with it. Many things contributed to the infection. Some so trivial that I am still not aware of them, some looming; unavoidably and monstrously large. As with many a disease, the first step to a cure is recognition and admitting that some ill has indeed taken hold. Any difference at the end of the occupation is a mutation of sorts, but I'd like to think not a total loss of the original. Another 10, Mike!

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Mike Smith 16 February 2016

To say that I've finished the process is likely an overstatement. Yet, as the poem ends somewhat hopefully, I believe I've sequestered the fester so to speak. Thanks for the review Kelly

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