There you go again, running at the lips and telling the world about all my delirious tensions...but they believe you as they don't from me...better that way...;-) ed

A powerful poem, Jude. Outstanding word choices give bursts of imagery. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Beautiful eloquent writing
Wow this is very deep and intense feelings
Truly a hard decision!
Brilliant write!!
Sending you Peace Love and Light....Yolie

Lost betwixt the complexities, and the curse of indecision...
Such deep intense thought,Superb poem...

Excellent poem,I enjoy reading it,take care

Edwin

Many get lost at times and search for elusive truths , comprhensive thoughts and direction. Some may find their way, others don't even try. Much is said in these lines of poetic verse....M

Very well done..wonderful writing sweet man...stay safe and well...Hugss

... a composed reality decomposing... yet this poem don't smell too bad, Kartero! :)) Yes, we sure do compose our own realities and can take far too much care in the doing so - or, conversely, not enough. To make matters worse, either way we can actually miss out on the real opportunities that arise. Ah, me; these things are definitely sent to try us. One thing's for certain sure: we can never turn the clocks back; however much we might wish it, we have changed in the interim and our past revisited will have done likewise. Still, the comforting thing is that we are continually mulching down and becoming the heady fruits of seeds already sown, waiting to come to full bloom, bringing those "many possibilities" to fruition. So, onward and upwards we go... Shine On You Crazy Diamond! This poem also brings to mind the visuals for that track from the Pink Floyd Pulse concert DVD. Think Syd would approve of this one! xx

profound look at our endless searching...

'yet never reisisted
considering its many possibilities'

Often, we look for truths and so many times, once we discover them, discard them. Your poetry always makes me think...long after I've read it.

i felt dangling at the end of this, as if it was not complete, maybe I need to re-read a few times...it seems my mind wishes more :) ah..perhaps that is its intent to further introspection

when the road has become entangled with self made mistrust, and the visions are Draconian and Machiavellian -- we seek the paths to righteousness -- and though considered, never act to embrace them -- the exercise was therefore futile, a ploy to relieve our feeling of guilt, and remove our self doubts -- my interpretation Jude -- a most thought provoking stroke of the pen -- peace and love -- Jon Michael

I'm guessing a narrow-minded fool, but then, sometimes your verse is hard to fathom.

Ron

Jude, I love the rhythm of these lines.
These are lines I can identify with:

looking, looking for a way back
to a more composed reality he did not know

-gene.

Care Taker sends many messages to me. The most intense feeling I felt was that of hopelessness for society knowing there could be a better way to live. It is always with profound thought that I find myself after reading your works..Thanks for making me dig deeply all the time.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

wow--well expressed write of one experiencing much turmoil

Jude, you just have described Munch's painting "The Scream" fuming madness.
I hope that this poem was born only after you whacked a finger trying to hit the nail...you have not descending to my dungeons, are you?
This one is of so much of my like that I will Save it.

Georg

Sounds like an endless search
As you spin through this universe. . . .
anything's possible!
Doug

You never disappoint us Jude with what you share. Another write that leaves us to question. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

"care taker" is indeed from deep thought
and thought provoking at that.

I like the title you have selected as well Jude.

~Gwendolyn

Your poem leaves me reeling in thought, Jude; and that is a good thing. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Interesting write. Makes one pause for thought...quite interesting I say again.

The modestly poor of insight and vision compete with those who self rightously proclaim their goodness. You are always one dream ahead of the rest of us in your deep thinking and dark writing Jude...well done as always

Fee

Ambition is defunct in today's society and what's left to vulturize and plague society is a deceptive hoard of conformists who know nothing of spiritual law, but only that of herd instinct gathering their uninformed flock followers of nothingness "to a more composed reality he did not know nor care to embrace"...the care taker is an ancient wise soul who lived free in century after century, one who is a handful of survivors escaping and making their way to safety, reversing direction, ascribed to supernatural causes, communicating with each other across very great distances. It's the same old battlefield...skulls whitening amid fragments of shattered retribution. The care taker places security forces on alert of insurrections, with winged helmet, brandishing a quill some 80-foot high on a stone base, as jealous rivals begin to defect, the care taker, a word soldier of relics and relatives or a stranger, looking at all kinsfolk and their blood, the wrath rising higher than ever against the foe...well, that's what the barbarious altars, the Roman General Germanicus would make of it, ordering all to bury the remains in oak, alder and beech...draining the vile, now a bucolic pastureland..."clawing and raking through varying exposures of purpose, direction and will"...

Sage

I am not sure who this "care taker" is...
but I like the description that focuses on the craziness and the (almost) desperate will to have some control over things and events.
Can it be too late?

Axilea

It is so easy to forgive those who were never aware but difficult to accept those who knew and never acted. How much better would our world be,today, if we each assumed responsibility for the way things are, instead of being lazy and passing on the blame? All that is, begins with each of us and change will only come when, collectively, we make it so. Excellent and passionate, this poem rocks to the core.
Take care,
Sherry