We left the Elephant behind

Open up the cartons
A nice new home to dwell
I know that you hate moving
But that last place was hell

The one before that?
Yes, that one was to
And oh that other..
Dude, what did we do?

Never quite fit in
Seems we never belong
Blame it on your sarcasm?
Are my opinions just too strong?

In this box the armor
Worn and dented from the use
Do you think that I can store it?
No more warring and abuse..

A final peaceful haven?
Cast a wary eye around
Atmosphere seems pleasant
The structure good and sound

A respite for the Circus freaks
The Big Top lost it's pall
Stop putting asses in the cheap seats
Deaf now to the Ring Master's call

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

Something diffrent from you. Something new, and something very true! I feel how close you are to these words... Ah yes, the ever present armor, it protects yes, but the echoes are strong in there, maybe that's why sarcasms and opinions might come out wrong, amplified, or out of sync? In any case, a great poem from a great writer...

[Rogue]

You are wise as always, my friend. The armor gets weighty. But years of donning it makes it a habit. To be without is to be vulnerable. For such feelings to pass enough to set it aside takes time.
Thank you for your kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

This is a poem on the power of belonging whether in a relationship or to a specific place or way of life...On the spiritual level , souls keep searching for that save haven from the loss and lost ways of this world which is like a circus and a rat race in general ... The only ones that make it and be happy and content are the ones that find The One , find themselves in the scheme of things , chart their noble destiny with vigor , share their good fruit with others , love beyond the horizon , die in honor and dignity for cause and humanity...
Forgive me but that is my interpretation in this powerful write. It can have other meanings too ...

[Rogue]

Wonderful insight here, sir. :)
A story of two strong and vibrant personalities that have somewhat stood out in their Internet travels. A place that more and more lacks even simple things like respect for individualism and even everyday common curtesy. Honor and loyalty become second place to group conformity and a strive for popularity. Always a battle to be fought, a war on the horizon, a barren field of Steven bodies.. How long can the fight go on? When do you lay the sword down? When do you stop entertaining the masses and their lust for blood sport? Where do old warriors finely find a place to rest? And can they?

[Rogue]

Steven = strewn. My iPhone is having it's way with my words. :)

[Sami Khalil]

We all need a place to belong , to feel comfortable in our hearts as well as our minds , a source of happiness and contentment that belongs to you and you alone and allows you to lay down your sword and let the rest do what they will for you can't control their actions , only your own . It can be done when there is a will and a desire to control your life and emotions. Nothing is impossible and no body can make us do against our will. My only concern always is to do God's will to my best not that I'm perfect but in general...You fight on your own terms the good fight not their terms for they want us to fail and be miserable...
Thank you for sharing...:)

[Rogue]

Thank you for taking the time to not only read but share your thoughts and insights. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[KurKota]

The elephant in the room ! What an interesting correlation. I take this that it is all about attempting to restart again after a conflict in a relationship...."The structure good and sound".....basically a good relationship, need to play out another act. This is what comes to my mind anyway. Great job ! I like the rhyme factor, as I am partial to that format. Like it alot.

[Rogue]

Thank you. :)
Yes, a relationship.. A bond between freaks.