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    Inside Insight: A Collection of Poems
    Inside Insight: A Collection of Poems
    Inside Insight: A Collection of Poems
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    Inside Insight: A Collection of Poems

    By Mel Vil

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    Get ready to be captivated by the deeply introspective mind of Mel Vil as he shares his unique perspective on life in this highly anticipated second volume of poetry.

    Inside Insight is a thought-provoking and emotionally charged collection of poems that explores Mel Vil's outlook on personal experiences, worldviews, and the human condition. Unlike his previous works, such as Buenos Aires and the Origins of Sausse, this volume takes readers on a figurative journey through four distinct parts, drawing inspiration from Poe's House of Usher.

    Starting in the garden, readers are immediately transported to a world of stark desolation that surrounds Mel Vil's abode. With his characteristic directness, Mel Vil wastes no time in taking readers straight to his bedroom, where they'll encounter his collection of portrait trophies. But this is just the beginning of the journey. In a dramatic twist, Mel Vil will take you through a metaphysical wall and into the city, using this as a metaphor for the human experience. And be prepared for a gripping and emotional conclusion, as Mel Vil brings readers face to face with his own personal hell.

    This volume is not for the faint of heart, but rather for those who crave a deep and honest exploration of the human condition. The poems are filled with raw emotion, powerful imagery, and thought-provoking metaphors. While there may be sparks of hope, this is not a collection that sugarcoats the harsh realities of life. But it's precisely this honesty that makes Inside Insight so compelling and relevant.

    Whether you're an avid poetry reader or simply looking for a powerful and thought-provoking read, Inside Insight by Mel Vil is a must-have addition to your bookshelf. Join Mel on this journey through the depths of his soul and gain a newfound understanding of the human experience.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVillemel
    Release dateMay 28, 2014
    ISBN9782954512556
    Inside Insight: A Collection of Poems
    Author

    Mel Vil

    Meet the captivating Mel Vil - a poet, free-thinker, and novelist with a passion for exploring the depths of the human experience. Born in 1979, Mel's journey has taken them from the rolling hills of the UK to the colorful streets of Latin America, and ultimately to the cultured corners of Western Europe.Despite their varied travels, Mel's belief system is firmly rooted in Eastern ideas, infusing their writing with a powerful spiritual essence that will leave you breathless. With a voice that echoes with raw emotion and an unflinching honesty, Mel's work speaks to the very heart of what it means to be human.Through their latest novel, Mel invites you to join them on a journey of self-discovery, where the only limits are those you set for yourself. With each turn of the page, you'll find yourself drawn deeper into a world of vivid characters, intense emotions, and transformative insights.So come, step into the world of Mel Vil and experience the power of their writing for yourself. Order your copy today and discover why they are quickly becoming one of the most exciting voices in contemporary literature.

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      Book preview

      Inside Insight - Mel Vil

      Part I: The garden

      The ego has flown

      A man points fingers to the sky,

      So I ask him why,

      ‘I’m trying to shoot my ego back down to the planet,

      God-dammit.

      An elusive experience has inflated me,

      Now I have to be chasing me.’

      Dancing demons

      Dancing demons exit my consciousness, fleeing unknown sources of agitation, burning holes as they leave.

      Shape-changing dreamers invite me to play in little paradises, energised by electronic beats, mixed intoxicants and random stimulants.

      Chain-smoking withdrawal symptoms await the opportunity to fell me in this moment of my prime, ridiculing my efforts and criticisms of how they disappoint me with their low intensity and irregular frequency and leaving me still here, still, contemplating a return to the city for just one more dose.

      Risky relationships overpower my chances of ascertaining just exactly how the game can be half fun and half frustration.

      Desert spectres do more than just await me, circling the house and dancing under the wispy clouds and star-scattered ceiling as if they enjoyed what the night does to us in terms of energy dissipation.

      Crescent moons wax and wane in my horizon, illuminating with varying degrees relative to the horizons of the night-time constituent life.

      Rustic surroundings implore my creative side to take a break from the intrigue of such areas of wealth, temptation and bad karma.

      Mountain energy vibrates through my house at less than five cycles a minute, presenting my only hope of staying pure inside during the time I have to be here. I bathe in its frequency and let my muscles relax.

      Situational coincidence, surrounded by people who are supposedly here for similar reasons yet whose hearts play the opposite tune, taunts me with notions of life and how it is not as straight forward as it should be.

      Homeland comforts pale in comparison to what I could have here, yet still pressure me to be the man, the country gentleman, free of gadgets, ties and cuff-links, playboy lifestyle but only hiding the promise of never returning home.

      No doubt my mind

      Of course, no doubt could exist

      In a parallel appearance of this nature,

      Manifested in gold bullion,

      Stocked far from harm’s way.

      Although it’s a point to make a difference

      Start with new words

      Brown ink,

      Build on a blank space.

      Jot geometric inconsistencies.

      Memories flood back and conclusions draw themselves

      As do similarities and analogies

      And poplar trees and angled bees

      One set of circumstances lead to another

      Cause and effect may or not be clear

      I hold on to large numbers of things

      Starting with these words

      Time is long enough to heal wounds

      They are too dull to sharpen

      The edges of what was once clear

      Avoiding the mistake of the past

      Relies on remembering the nature of it

      No doubt remains in my mind

      No thought is left behind

      I stay where I am

      Not to find out where there is

      But to avoid going back

      So afraid am I of the mistake of the past

      I venture far forward seldom.

      The woodland floor

      Flitting around, lakes and mountains,

      The slate grey and damp green,

      Across pine

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