#seeded
Star Gazer:
Unlucky overlord from sydney australia. Named hidden agenda before.
We conversed in only poetry remember?
For once where the tyre swing hung on the tree
Now hangs a broken noose....
Remember?
Conor Blatchford:
I remember, for our poetic talk
Became our poetry
And I always did enjoy
The leisure of a pleasant memory
Star Gazer:
A pleasant memory twas,
But memories get forgotten,
But I do send applause,
For a memory unlike cotton.
Conor Blatchford:
Applause graciously accepted,
No roses are thrown but none needed
That memory was but a play, one of many
That in life will continually be seeded
Star Gazer:
Until uprooted without reason
Dangling onto what is left,
And heart plays traitor in treason,
And memory is but a theft.
Conor Blatchford:
True, memory is not quite the event
But tend and care for it like any plant
And it will grow into something fond
Something that becomes more real and less like a mask
Star Gazer:
Humans are attracted to masks,
Cruel facades are what we have known all our lives.
Conor Blatchford:
A façade makes life worthwhile
A display of grace and eloquent style
Hiding what we truly are
Is perfectly understandable, not in the least bizarre
Star Gazer:
But where is the line between imaginary and reality,
Feeding false hopes and liee to banality,
It is just one step closer to hell,
And one stop further from heaven as well
Conor Blatchford:
Heaven and Hell are concepts designed
To induce goodness and quell pride
For even though evil creates a social reject,
An old saying re-written: no-one is perfect
So how are we supposed to climb
The stairway to Heaven with imperfection in mind?
Wouldn't it be just easier to fall
Into the Hellhole that awaits us all?
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
We are crossed in the corner
Seeded by selfish thought
Mind wandered in the ticking of time
Bent by insidious temptations
Step over the invisible boundaries
Doomed by conscience demons
We sit alone, spot light challenged
Drained by numb sensed chills
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC