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Poem VIII
Blind living in society is woe
For few "free" lifeless years our youth we sow
Oh subtle chains, obsession be thy name
Amassing mundane ephemera is the aim
No music of the soul, they’ll try to steal the bow
What potential spent we are not to know
Constant regimentation, all the same
For the wild liberated spirit they came
Life be a grand mystery, this is sure
I cannot think of a more profound quest
Then to dive into those depths and explore
Be brutally self-honest to be pure
To fill the empty feeling in the chest
The time is right now waning sands implore
For few "free" lifeless years our youth we sow
Oh subtle chains, obsession be thy name
Amassing mundane ephemera is the aim
No music of the soul, they’ll try to steal the bow
What potential spent we are not to know
Constant regimentation, all the same
For the wild liberated spirit they came
Life be a grand mystery, this is sure
I cannot think of a more profound quest
Then to dive into those depths and explore
Be brutally self-honest to be pure
To fill the empty feeling in the chest
The time is right now waning sands implore
Published 17th Dec 2014
| Edited 18th Dec 2014
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18th Dec 2014 6:25pm
Dour...this is an amazing write...
I love the way you've written the emptiness some become aware of ...attempts made to dispossess those that are different but in particular I love your last stanza... :)
I love the way you've written the emptiness some become aware of ...attempts made to dispossess those that are different but in particular I love your last stanza... :)
18th Dec 2014 11:34pm
Thank you Kate, I very much appreciate your commentary. It's stifling to live in a world where uniformity and the mass production/ consumption of goods and services seem to be the only things valued. It is very refreshing, however, to see people expressing their individuality by creating and participating in poetry.
Anonymous
11th Feb 2015 10:01am
Always the search of the meaningful,versus the empty hands of the modern society,real life seems lost...
13th Feb 2015 00:58am
Wise words, I completely agree. I often wonder how, after many millennia of human struggle, the world has come to this dross state. Then again it makes the search for real life, as you have stated, all the more profound.
