Few words.

I am a man of few words,
though numerous thoughts may have just occured.

 

Obserd placid and wondrous thoughts,
addendums into my substantial pot

 

 to steep and soak spice

into everyday life-
to resign conditioned and forget the admission.

 

 Encounter whats inscribed,

 a series of fastened doors,

each with a number, one through nine,

to define your fate, in minimal time.

 

Can you confine yourself to one dormant room-
to groom and broom your every move, everywhere?

 

sit and stare,

look where, but nowhere,

and not care?

 

Undermine all doors and progress your life,
never suffice, create an expendable device.

 

To ignite the nights heavens
and bring forth a new light, for your flight of thought.

 

Don't let them rot

to contribute is your claim

so don't facilitate the brain!

I am a man of few words.

Reviews

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

Few words? This poem is packed with what most people call 'big words'-bit ironic, eh?

I love the 'big words' used, once again I adore the rhyming-this is perfectly flawless! Please keep up the great work-from reading this and your other work I can see that you have some serious talent :)