An Open Can of Worms

Its old but i like it

In the quiet of a raging storm
When the very heavens wrath awaits
Listens and longs for you

Then with your eyes tightly closed as usual
you will see all that you want to see
yet you wont see me.

In the solace of your own mediocrity....
you will call
dogs will howl as children scream
but never will a tree shudder and fall
silently for you or me

Now arise please open up those eyes
look deep inside your mind
will you now judge me?

Forever in your contempt
look down on my seeming inequity,
as the black leaves of wasted education crash
lie with me, die with me
for you will never hold me

Feel now if you may
the open can that resides inside a heart that has never pulsated

Try now and open  those blind crimson blasphemous eyes

And realise You are not Me!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. A feel of revolution I could feel in these words. I like the question you ask in this poem.
"Now arise please open up those eyes
look deep inside your mind
will you now judge me?"
Complete poem is amazing. I like the strong ending.
Coyote

[Faith]

I enjoyed this when i first read it...and enjoyed it again the second time around.

[Inkcognito]

Brilliant compilation, certainly packing a powerful punch... strong emotion, interesting, expressive vocab and clever variations in rythm...
"...open can that resides inside a heart that has never pulsated" Ouch!!

[.]

oh yes..an eloquent journey through the minds eye..call forth the revolution!

[Goodbye]

Man oh Man - this is so expressive, so full of hurt, so complete in it's pain. Oy Vey - so been there...

[Wondering Mind]

brilliant write..lovely vocabulary

[Lovely Lady]

lie with me, die with me
for you will never hold me
and you are not ME! ~
Fantastic!
~lovely

[Ms. Gruye]

I believe this is the first piece of yours that I have read. So bear in mind I may not be well versed in your style or what themes seem to fester beneath the verses. I can tell you I very much liked this line:

In the solace of your own mediocrity

because it was a great transition from the first two verses, much like camera turning to the film maker and blinking expectantly. It also reminded me a little of Lester Bangs and his theory of the long journey to the middle. Christ, is anyone old enough to know who Lester Bangs is? I don't think I am even old enough to know. Anyhow,

the over-riding sentiment that I take from your words is one of vitriol and hope, which is a difficult combination that you've made work here.

viva la

[MuSe Ampoule]

Very good poem! Very powerful and punchy imagery... storm/argument. The varying structure is great and compliments the varying tempo of storms and conflict. Greatly illustrative!!!

[.]

. re-visiting ... and it's an absolute marvel ... this write of yours speaks like a proclamation ... loved it even more the second time ... "in the solace of your own mediocrity" ... remains my favourite line ...

[Crowley]

First off I love the font....it looks so retro. The words are edgy and have a bitter punch that takes me to a one sided relationship filled with a one sided emotional existence. I can identify. Great stuff, loved it.