“Life…” has been a bête noire for as long as I can remember; gift wrapped in a veil of grey, desaturating all hues warmer than white.
Exhausted from static thoughts and a lack of consciousness, I’ve peeled away so many layers that my skin has thinned into a web of translucence.
Falling through the cracks where I have existed for years has rendered me raw. Alone with my thoughts, diseased with forget-me-nots; I’m tired of playing this game, of seeing everything the same. This world is a subterfuge where everything we construe as truth is disentombed.
We are manure jaded into thinking that we’re capable of anything. Fueled by blood, greed and creativity; we eat away all that remains. Lords of the lands; sojourners of seas:
I laugh at the humility.
Entangled by our own schemes, we’re such an embarrassing race of beings.
Look around and tell me what you see. It’s visible to the naked eye, but very rarely realized. Papers and coins are but devils toys and their puppet masters hang us with heart strings.
We are nothing but the fertilizer for future integers, designed to expire...
… and their inheritance
… our putrescence / our excrement.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2009
A contest entry
- Listen, Watch, and Learn...Destined Hyporcrite(s) by TragicallyInspired.
1000 points, ended June 5, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
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yes i have been poem stalking you, but once you read one of your poems you get hooked...again marvelous job!
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that is a very crude but truthful way of putting it. You have opened my eyes to a differentpoint of view.
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Congrates on the silver, and I must say I feel as though we share so many of the same views. Not by choice, but I have been force fed to see things in fantasy, but realized that's just what some of my dreams are, and my longing for peace, and love. For as a kid, I had more hopes, and believed while being deceived. The real world today is sick, dying under their own ideas, instead of using power and riches for good, they feed on greed and twist their lips to spin cycle, so that it looks like they are so far above us, but it's all just buisness as usual. Another piece filled with the darkness of reality. You express yourself through verse perfectly! Pen on brother.
Bro Timothy
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Amazing. Completely put into words to make a raw but truthful visual. That's what pure poetry is. Wonderful job
I can only hope to write as close to the truth as you one day. I noticed you mentioned the film "Zeitgeist" on your page. I'll have to say this poem really reminds me of it. I watched it about a year or so ago and it's opened my eyes to many things. Anyway I'm rambling I apoligize 
Great piece once again, your writings are an inspiration 
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Very good..." integers" a word rarely used as I've seen on this site....only I have used this word once...then never again...yours is the only the second time I've seen it used..brilliant..the write was good also....despite not having as many people as I would like I was not surprised...but I am not dissapointed either..who knows you may just win something
-Tragic
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Very vivid and angst ridden. Great write.
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