the insincerity he spews
is more than I wish to hear
is more than I care to bear
it has become impossible
to tolerate his empty words
and ineffective actions
even while on the street
where anonymous
sound bites of city nights
reach across each and every avenue,
I can hardly stomach
the weight of his fantastic revelations
and fraudulent resurrections
they bear down on me like the weight
of a fruitless word wrestler
wrangling down a dark dingy street
following me through ancient alleyways
stalking me
like a jilted ghost inside a lucid dream
refusing to release me
perhaps i'll cast his words into a river
say good-bye
and good ridden
of a fruitless word wrestler
wrangling down a dark dingy street
following me through ancient alleyway
stalking me
like a jilted ghost inside a lucid dream
refusing to release me
perhaps i'll cast his words into a river
say good-bye
and good ridden
... powerful stuff and this is some relentless haunting going on here. You conjur such intimacy with this pestering character that it could easily apply to a much more personal "thorn in the flesh" than a mere socio-political figure on the larger world stage - perhaps even a dogged alter ego that refuses to let you forget "where you've come from" (we all have those!) Like others have already commented, the stalking "jilted ghost... refusing to release me" really strikes a chord: what is it that some people have over us that makes it so difficult to shake them off, even with the skilled useage of lucid dreaming which puts the ball squarely in the court/control of the dreamer? Perhaps this is even a Jekyll and Hyde complex exposed and explored. I like the way this poem is so "pregnant" with the desire to exorcise this aggravation, contrasting nicely with the empty and vacuous nature of the bugbear. xx
well said, poet.
carolyn
them so well for us in your writing *Jude*
So, I would rather stay on the good side of
You....
Lady Vivian
ET
Another amazing poem, capturing the world in which you are studying...Just for the record, I know a few people who could take care of this for you....wink wink...lol
Anyway, great poetry, and next time, pick something a bit more lighter for your study of human energies...I love when you are soft..less rough. well you know what I mean...it must still be the meds...lol, lol...
Peace, light and love,
Amber
Take care,
Sherry
Lady Mary Ann
Ron