Branching Out Of Cache

we are capable of more. June 29, 2009

pay no attention to that man behind the curtain

like many of his time he is frail of mind

and lives a clock cogged life

with the spirit of a long dead leper

uncompromising, cold and callous

to the enormity of earth's largess

adhering with rare pause or reconcile

to the avarice, guile and solitude

of his early education

until unable (or unwilling) to project freely

the humanity that has taken root

in that void of feces beneath the ribs

but it has taken, given and the root is well

roaring throughout

stronger than the rot

twisting past, through, into and around

the scabs, the scars, the doubt

the hells and the hatreds

emerging through the frailty

the shattered shell

in a search for like minds

light minds

with roots of their own.

 

the curtain, a mirror

and now an extension of goodwill

and he

is me.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[zaney]

oh my.

i could write a poem about this poem.

the use of words in this is masterful, and careful, but not so careful as to disallow justice to the meaning.

the construction was near perfect. the words fit neatly, cleanly. and the rhythm was excellent, clear cut, but that is not to say it was rigid.

i loved it. wonderful, wonderful piece.

[zombiikillah666]

yes, this is indeed brilliant
work. intriguing and indulging.
this poem, is my life....literally xD
*hugs*

[Passingdaze]

Damn bro!!! That COULD NOT be any more splendid. I bow and tip my hat to you on this one. The lines ripped into me as I read them and left me utterly astounded. Top notch...