Mr E - Hello Poetry

Mr E Feb 2018

Within my grasped palm of a mind
I hold a story that the world has never heard
A story where man meets his match
Where the lines between monster and god run grey
I hold in me the finest story to shed itself to reality
A glistening monarch emerging from its cocoon
Within my grasped palm of a mind
I clasp a story of a lifetime
I simply must release my fist
And rearrange these letters
To let loose this grand tale.

Mr E Jan 2018

Robin Hood

If a single man committed the worst crime
To save the entire world
How would the world view him?
Questions like these
Make it impossible to not thoroughly
Unquestionably
Marvel Humanity

Mr E Jan 2018

Cortex Insulae

You have a crowd of 10,000 people
5,000 die
Is it still a crowd?

You have a heap of sand
You take out 1,000,000 grains
Is it still a heap?

You have 5,000,000 trees in a forest
You cut down 4,500,000 trees
Is it still a forest?

You have 3 parts of the brain
You remove the Insular Cortex
Are you still human?

At what point do we change?
When does something cease to be?
If man ceases to feel disgust amidst atrocity,
Is he still human?

Mr E Jan 2018

The Paper Man and His Paper House

No forceful push
Nor violent gust
Was needed
To tear down his house
This house made of paper
Where the paper man stayed

His thin white walls
Without any windows
With a light in the middle
Gave shapes
To those outside
Trying to peer in

But along she came
With her fiery heart
A soul with warmth
Like embers from a hearth
And she easily burned down
That timid paper house

Mr E Nov 2017

Silly Game

I notice the face at first
I see where they look, how they react
I can tell the curious ones
I can tell the boring ones
What one stares at reveals so much

I can see their expressions
Are they reserved? Outright?
I can tell the confident ones
I can tell the shy ones
How one acts tells me their worlds

As light reaches you before sound,
What I hear next confirms my prior assumptions
I prompt conversation knowing the outcome,the response
If wrong I recalculate and return to better understand you
It's just a little game I like to play
A game that tells me exactly what I knew
The game that tells me all of you

Mr E Oct 2017

Torchbearers

I hand this dying torch to you
for though its light is dim
I trust that you shall carry me,
my memory within.

I hand this forgotten torch to you
for though my name is lost
I trust that you shall remember me,
that is the only cost.

Take this old mans torch from him
Sweet child I call mine
He trusts you shall do wondrous things
as he fades in eternal time.

Mr E Aug 2017

Goodbyes End with Hellos

I like to think we're made of things.
All eventually recycled.
So when I'm dying.
I won't be lying.
Promising,
I'll see you in a while.