Age of Persuasion

Age of Persuasion

The ages have persuaded us to think otherwise.
Another guilt-trip, more second degree lectures.
As we sit in the classroom, we observe not lies;
with that, what’s left- our words.

We distort our abilities unto the point, release me.
Together these ideas, now reminders proceed us.
 Proceed us into believing it’s ok, to revisit our supposed infliction's;

to believe in them.
To believe everything the textbooks tell us.

Chilled, and with it’s solid finds notions.
Bound memories, that are constant reminders.
Who’s regrets, turned motions,
motions, that have seen sidewinders.

Could it mean we were never meant to keep.
on stone, with ring, in heart, at kindness?
Sex, every hug, every failed attempt;
placed in memory, sealed in blindness.

Now, there are those who said, ”You’ll never make it through,
each other, your pasts, the stubbornness, his age..."
Maybe they were right, right, but we grew,
up to the last page.

Onto two different worlds, into one same novel,
where hopefully he'll remember me.

So if we ever meet again,
Would you help me redefine?
What was, my friend,
what’s left behind.

Age of Persuasion
Written By; Joshua Randall
Session IV: Eventually

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"What was, my friend,
what’s left behind."
I like the flow of thoughts and the question in the end. Hard to find the place you once knew. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ruth]

This is a great piece of writing:) I can see I am going to love your style lol xx