Standing on the edge of universe
I look back and see
The filthy masses
Wriggling in the mud and manure
Of ignorance
Beast of evil nature
Tearing the wise throat
Which utters the unfathomable truth
Which being intangible
Becomes the best excuse to
Behead the speaker
With teasing axes
Of stinking verbosity
In the meanest land on the Earth
Herd of bloodthirsty parasites
Gather to stone The Undeniable
To death
Assuming that
Dregs of wisdom
Can be wiped out
And pure rotten life
Can be swallowed
And taste like frozen honey
And I, standing on the edge of universe
Detached from the carnal territory
Of shepherd-less cattle of vultures
Breathe the enchanting scent
Of transparent prism of truth
While the soothing breeze of freedom
Blows to whisper
That Academy of Eden
Cannot be far…
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Amazing...
All the images you have portrayed.....wow.
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“That Academy of Eden/Cannot be far…” I guess you composed the whole poem for this two lines and how true they are! You whispered everything at that “edge of universe” so what else I can say? Now I’m getting a fan of your works.
And thank you for sharing this meaningful piece with us
~Vernal Bloom~
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this was a very nice poem of which floed also very nicely. thanks for entering and best of luck in my contest
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