Slain

A hat tip to those that feel above us.

Pasted wounds swell and give way to thoughts kept secret,

Laying hands on those not innocent nor evil will be,

A time to know one's self and know what time can do,

A feeling ever masks the eyes and sets nothing but lust free.

 

Devils taunt me and leave nothing for me to feed upon,

Practise makes perfect so flesh must heal to scar and seed,

Farewell to those demons that laugh now behind crosses,

Minors stand crying for mothers that must now go home in reeds.

 

Bleak times, bleak hopes and even bleak house now time has slain,

Fierce faked mouths exspell lieas and truths as if there are,

Same things and never truly cage ears that will not listen,

I'm the same as you I hear all the time, one is on par.

 

Idiots and fools and bankers have much in common and fists,

A man lays down with filth as he sees it may be only be a,

Way to clumber onto riches and gold to adorn his ego,

Take heed to the warning of thousands now gone and away.

Author's Note

Honesty is key.

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

Why is it that obscure writing ever becomes the heir apparent to the most exquisitely sharpened contrasts? Rhetorically, I suggest it is because of the talent for walking in ever larger circles of perspicuity. He can do no wrong that writes riddles for idiots. But, there is a warm place in our hearts for all fools that warm themselves by setting their clothes ablaze and at the last moment dousing the danger with the tankard of ale remaining in their other hand; before it can more fully illuminate that dire situation.

[jkhatz]

I echo (as you well know) the sentiment behind this brilliant piece. The difference, however, is yours is an exercise in luminous eloquence whereas mine is, simply put, not. :D

[quinfinn]

profoundly gritty and realistic..so, so very human and exuding a sense of disdain for the very thought of reforming the human condition. well written and well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

Real story and experience in your words.
"Idiots and fools and bankers have much in common and fists,
A man lays down with filth as he sees it may be only be a,
Way to clumber onto riches and gold to adorn his ego,
Take heed to the warning of thousands now gone and away."
Time for logic and people to understand. Can't depend on useless leaders and liars. Your poetry made me think. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote