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THE MACHIAVELLIAN
Fragments of the broken mind
Coalescing in gaunt harmony
Reflection shudders in the black
As kisses upon dead foreheads
Beneath timeless halls
Coursing with meek footsteps
Of flagellants and martyrs
Burning the colourful portrait
Of we...
Wary of influence, secrets are kept
Seldom we sing, lest corpses become
Monuments, where horrid things crept
Darkest parade, yet golden to some
Of morality smeared away
Of disgust we cannot say
From instruments, we gain
From misery, disdain
Pale is the ember's final breath
Beyond soiled streets
A whisperer to make death smile
Above hallowed screams
Of this deceit I've had enough
Bore withered roses
The hoarse whimpers sound so vile
When ivory turns to dust
Sanguine fields, smell of decay
Marched to the prelude
To a drunken bard's delight
Angled towards despair
Lacking the empathy
To mask the joy of pain
Yet callous was he
To laugh in the face of reprieve
Published 16th Sep 2016
| Edited 17th Oct 2016
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Loved this! Really makes me think, which is my favorite kind of all. I understand and appreciate the darkness, yet in some cases the mercy and hope, in death and what we, as people, consider the most frightening thing in life--death. This is one I read more than once, analyzing the meaning of each sentence and taking from it what it seemed to be saying to me. That's the coolest thing about poetry--people get different things out of the same poem, no matter how many people read it. It may even be different from something that you'd even intended to say, but frankly, that's what I enjoy most about poetry, and THIS is POETRY!! I look forward to reading more and when I have some of my own on here, I certainly hope others think of mine what I think of yours!! :)
19th Sep 2016 7:10am
Thank you for your kind words. Indeed, some of my more abstract works, such as this one, can be taken in many different ways. Sometimes, when I read one of my own poems years later, I forget what the original meaning was.
19th Sep 2016 4:43am
Wanted to add something else...sorry for taking up your time here...LOL
My wife read this after I finished posting my comment, and she got something further from this--what it feels to feel the despair of depression, lost chances, regret. You see what I mean? This one can mean a lot of different things...depending on the mood and perspective of the reader.
My wife read this after I finished posting my comment, and she got something further from this--what it feels to feel the despair of depression, lost chances, regret. You see what I mean? This one can mean a lot of different things...depending on the mood and perspective of the reader.
