To mediocrity I raised this chalice in delusional regard
Left to ponder place by measure of dust and swelling tide
Would I leap walls insurmountable to usurp this mortal mind?
For what is Truth?, in face of death or foolish pride?
Do I list life's barren dessert for the existential verse?
Back to form, from cloud to root to graveyard I deconstruct my place
I am of flesh and greed!, weakened in my pity for an immaterial birth
From seed to flower, I am torment of this word, this curse.
Where I to bend and shape would I behold my ultimate betrayer?
Keeper of this thirst, I piss mightily your weary cobble stoned expanse
What movement would be-still this heart and mind of sanity's reprieve?
I surge past forests by the winds hence to believe.
Ungodly heathen!, stripped of spirit and of flesh I fall to shadow
Am I unsightly as be deserving of this foulest endeavor?
I bid thee well by wave of seeded pride beseeched by liquors malcontent
To join the dead as living 'mongst the clouds that circumvent.
Recall again this page when sloth joins well those king of kings
For not but answers moot did I expend this life in futile search
Place my stone for feet to rest truth's cold unending sentence
And piss my grave for side me lays all use of man's repentance.
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Author notes
The internal dialogue displaying not only the truth I see looking in the mirror but the unrelenting truth I see in my everyday life..
Each line of this poem means something to me, and the innuendo has purpose, simply because, what is Truth when the interpretation is always different.
A contest entry
- People Prompts by sheltered.
600 points, ended October 29, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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the truth really sucks sometimes
but this was really good and deep
I had to read it several times
and I am still unsure if you are really convinced
if you know what the truth is
I sure as hell don't
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I'll know when everybody else does.
When we're dead.
In the meantime, please, someone hit me with a fucking hammer so I no longer seek anything but good beer, better porn, and remaining within the parameters my current coloring book so defines.....
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jus' keep yer crayon outside the lines where it belongs
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Truth hard to find and harder to face
wonderful write wonderful nick
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