We try to sound Profound As we Expatiate Not meaning to Pontificate Philosophies We contemplate More often end up
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
If I could be any known Creature on Earth I'd still choose to remain The same human since birth Have I been, and am currently
How liberating it would be To drift across a careless sea No more to wallow in concerns For finding shores that set us free
To not smile, Pariah An aberrant Miscreant Misfit Just trying To speak with This nitwit But split with What intellect
In what dispelled reveries Do we still dwell Of what hells Have we not yet escaped To tales tell Of the fell seeds awaiting
Buyer beware Oh, you're in for a scare When I tell you your hair Does not need that much care That your phone Doesn't need to cost
It pumps blood But not love And though flooded With toxins Of noxious Too often And so like The forbidden fruit
Only human after all I just want to be heard By more than inner-monologuing With existences absurd I’m just desire courting madness
Like Custer I’m flustered By native invasions Retaliations On white savior Salvations Creation stories Far less gory
We poets are teachers The artists, the leaders The dreamers, the weavers Of minds of the infinite Wisdom conceivers
Allow the unconscious To freely express What the rest of you chooses To often repress And expects will be met With a world of resentment
Mine is a forlorn optimism A splendid setting sun Sinking in somber solitude Amidst daylight’s dwindling radiance Canvas of colorful clouds
