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done for task, details after poem.

vomiting words of verbal diahorea

into ears deafened by excuses

most do not care about isis

osiris

annubis

minerva

iris

juno

io

athene

aeolus

freyja

horsa

nersa

but others do

and sometimes each word

each tiny syllable

can create meaning

 

but it must not

 

play blond

play stupid

use a lexicon too sophisticated

and they will look down on you

lie and say you give yourself airs

what do they know

can they quote from edgar allen poe

ann radcliffe

horace walpole

leo tolstoy

mary ann evans

virgil

homer

euripides

charlotte bronte

geoffery chaucer

wilkie collins

but what do they care

of the masters of old

when new modern movies

are all the rage

 

why does anybody care anymore

why should anybody care anymore

when there are so many more ways of communicating

but does anybody really say anything anymore

 

lets go back to the old ways

when deities walked amongst us

when demons and angels alike

were in the very next room

 

lets go back to those times

when it did not matter whether someone was religious

but whether they had morals

decent linguistic skills

could string together more than three syllables to make a word

 

lets go back to those times

when symbolism meant a study of strange codes

and literature was for anyone who could read

not just those who want to

 

lets go back to those times

when people listened to stories

of wild natures and human desires

and never actually understood the double entendres

Author's Note

5. into

This one may or may not tie in with perception. It's about something you are into. A thing, and where that might come from. Do you pretend to be into something? have you ever done that? why? What that thing says as a statement. The courage involved/not involved. The idea of the inner nerd and the attractiveness of expertise on a subject.
See what comes out.