"subtilties" poems
Calm your shaky, ink covered hands
Paint me a picture of somebody who is perfect in every way
As I allude on about their various quirks and features
You start to see that the picture you're painting is a self portrait
Mutter under your breath in disbelieve you continue on
Until you see the subtilties
that only a man who cared enough to notice could see
Now the only question is, am I so vain as to think
you could notice me as I notice you?
I guess it's a question that will have to be left unanswered
because whichever answer I get would knock me out
So hard and fast I wouldn't be able to tell which way is up or down
And as I stand outstretched and yelling into the wind
Where did I lose it?
Where did I go wrong?
You'll probably be in some far off country, or somewhere close to home
Living a life one could write a whole series of novels about
I'll be here
Right where I was
Until I turn to stone
And crumble under the ever eroding land
That is my love life
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
Upon the seat of wealth they sit mocking our dignity with the sceptre we put in their hands.
They are elites of society, men of caliber, true sons of Orcus.
Descending upon us like the morning dew carrying the newness of dawn,
On oath, they promised Canaan,
Dazzling us with subtilties till blindly we crowned this sons of Orcus sovereign.
Woe!
Trust is Achilles heel!
Canaan is a daydream!
Reality is betrayal!
Reality is famine!
Reality is drought!
Reality is pestilence!
This sons of Orcus have loosened a pale horse upon us!
The bravery of our youths has made them martyrs!
Our future has bitten the dust!
Reality has commanded survival!
Survival has demanded self-love!
Self-love has forbiden Ubuntu!
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC