What Lives inside Us

What Lives inside Us

 

 

the catastrophic lies

breed phobia's mass intentions

we insinuate

and madness perpetuates

it surrounds us like a moat

 

keeping happy surrender at bay

love is a cornice

visible only to the ghosts of freedom

we imprison ourselves

in greed, power, unholy wars

 

the charismatic leaders slain

the world is blood red

our castles become our cells

and then we disappear

into an elegant vanishing

 

as the drawbridge raises

and our existence is sealed.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/26/23

Reviews

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

Life is full of adventures, when one door closes another one opens.
Enjoyable read and color me intrigued.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

These days too many doors are being blown to bits.
thank you, Meg,
j.

[Masked writer]

Dude be writing something real...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Masked Writer,
j.

[Masked writer]

No worries

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob… we must Celebrate Life to the fullest. Our Spirit is a Star that brings Light when the World is dark and Clouds form in a Sky of turquoise blue with Hope Eternal. There are two sides to every Coin. Softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, that is so true...thank you, Pat,
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That is a hard hitting piece. but it captures what war really is

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your understanding, Cowboy.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Sometimes that drawbridge is needed. It keeps us safe and away from the dangers that perpetuate unhappy. I thought of toxic relationships here. True love has us soaring like a bird. Now that is a great place to be, but imprisoned within our own castle walls takes away our freedom. Once that drawbridge is raised it can be difficult to let back down. Relatable theme here J.


Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really like your take on this, Chris...and yes, the feathers molt when the love goes bad.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

It seems that we are caught up in power, greed ,wars….and that is absolutely nothing to be proud of; and this is a type of imprisonment in our psyches that we must release………we must rid ourselves of the bad karma, and look to a brighter future…less wars, less bloodshed, less power- grabbing …..warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and bad karma is rampant...thank you, Betty,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome J.
Warmly,
B

[John the Baptist]

This one can be taken on the individual level or on the world as a whole. Individually and generally, we do imprison ourselves in greed, power and unholy wars. Indeed, love is like a cornice above it all. Yes, charismatic leaders are slain, but that is a positive in some cases. And If the drawbridge somehow seals us in our castles, that may not be so bad, either, as long as we have Roku.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Roku....you are too funny, my friend.
Thank you, John,
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"and the roof is scarcely visible, a cornice in the ground"---Emily D.
thank you again, John.

[Stu. T.H.]

What a horrid time to be a poet, I wish to admire in person the day when being too curious and knowing too much isn't an overbearing sin.

A quote from John Adams:
"I must study politics and war, that our sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. Our sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history and naval architecture, navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry and porcelain.”

Yet, nowadays, we see poets checking more boxes than one, some had to study the arts of wars and brutal politics before they learned the beauty of the mind through philosophy, and some had to master commerce before they tasted the sweetness of poetry, others are forced to learn politics and/commerce while they study the arts of rhyming verses and writing music.

What a saddening time we live in, so much so that the common people have forgotten that this wasn't the norm before.

Just like my sorrowful summer daydream, the sweetness comes untasted on my tender mouth and scraps of high towers dominate my city view, shredding dying into my polluted blue of a once heartening sky.

Thank you for the painful reminder, author Jacob, there are times we simply have to remind ourselves of the harsh reality, to be disillusioned -- Should be a terrible sin, for its cruel nature.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Stu,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Brilliant poem Jacob
They didn’t depopulate enough with COVID and the poison jab so time for more wars more death more numbers

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, more death, more numbers, more sadness.
j.

[carl]

enjoyed the read but trembled at the truth revealed. great line "love is a cornice"

You're lost inside your houses
There's no time to find you now
While your walls are burning and your towers are turning
I'm gonna leave you here
and get down to the sea somehow

jackson brown ( I guess he felt the only hope was located elsewhere - not sure how that reads for us )
thanks for the post - carl

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Jackson Browne is one of my favs...thank you, Carl
j.