"Left Behind"

"Left Behind"

A Poem by Tommy

n’ I fell by the wayside

realizin’ temptation’s urge

just couldn’t resist the ride  

no matter how I tried, or didn’t;

these off road wheels are spinnin’ ,

chains that grip, holdin’ this black heart in,

haven’t you heard! Reality

is over rated? Can’t grow here

this ground is undernourished,

somethin’s got try to cry, to fertilize

the eyes…

 

Tourist butterfly high in the day,

moth in the night, look at 'em fly,

before they die;

clear your sight from the haze,

lost praise daze.

Monarch ruler

dogma barkin’, “Hark!”

They’ve spread like weeds

Infectin’ the world, flourishin’

on the Sower’s seed,

cracked mustard nuts, savory…

 

They want

to grieve, on this need to be,

free from the shell;

see this blue blood starved, Hell;

“Carved, I bled,” she said, with surgical cuts,

as cherrys glow red,

inhalin' the world, preparin' the cancerous

exhale.

An aftermath, reluctant

path of battle, “Swear to God,  

I want peace, and I will fight for it!” …

 

Rattled rivalry,

playmate friends,

left behind to wage

the war; in frustration,

sages fight for inspiration,

turn the clay

to Play-Doh, sculptin', not prayin' 

your existence to color, captured!

What do you see

in the world

unraptured?…

© 2012 Tommy


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Forget the nonsense...
The fact that it was almost spit through the blackened rotting teeth of a southern farming pig f****r i sthe real draw. The images ( as stated below and probably shortly above) are excellent, but if you DID in fact mean to make it sound like ayour typical bible beater being left behind than you encapsuled brilliance. If you didnt and it just happened, your sdome sort of hidden genius. I'd prefer the latter...;less stress.

The whole thing doesa great f*****g job trachking homeboys inability to NOT take a few rides. Bets part is he seems content in what happened. It created this poetic voice from it, and now, being left behind he gets to be one of the forefathers of word.

F**k where did I go in all of this?

I must have a good brain in today.

Bravo ya b*****d

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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Forget the nonsense...
The fact that it was almost spit through the blackened rotting teeth of a southern farming pig f****r i sthe real draw. The images ( as stated below and probably shortly above) are excellent, but if you DID in fact mean to make it sound like ayour typical bible beater being left behind than you encapsuled brilliance. If you didnt and it just happened, your sdome sort of hidden genius. I'd prefer the latter...;less stress.

The whole thing doesa great f*****g job trachking homeboys inability to NOT take a few rides. Bets part is he seems content in what happened. It created this poetic voice from it, and now, being left behind he gets to be one of the forefathers of word.

F**k where did I go in all of this?

I must have a good brain in today.

Bravo ya b*****d

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

greatly penned! and the third stanza is soooo cutting to the bone...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow Tommy this is great and so nice to read, love the 'accent' you used..
I enjoyed this very much .. !

Chloe

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this piece is one for deep thinking and the imagery that is created is stunning and clear.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you've strung a tale of sideways humans bent at every turn through the eye of the surreal needle threading them all on a field of nooses~exceptional twists and turns of expressive language attuned to the human psyche~

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I dare not speak what I see in the world unraptured.... No one has that kind of time to hear it! :) Images danced in bitter sweet words as knowledge escapes from the pen to our eyes. Nicely done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting, you really pulled it together at the end. Moth to the flame is very appropriate. I think its a shame not only that someone would enter in the roll of false prophet but that people wish to believe so badly that they ignore the truth before their eyes. Greatly said.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

=D Very nicely done! You have some awesome images thrown in there with a little taste of bitterness thrown in for good measure.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 25, 2011
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