Human, All Too Human — A Poem; A Sketch
A Body Left Alone To Its Devices In An Isolated Room — What To Ado!
A flooded, festering sponge,
Puddles to a domain’s floor,
He fails to understand, yet still, natters complaints.
Revitalizing the facade, until tomorrow —
“Then we will stray, and play the violent game
To amass, the fools in believing that we are
Moving; nothing is in motion!”
He can decry in his isolation;
Different facade, same rattling trendmill
That jugs the ribcage inside of it
Like marbles in a water tumbler;
Forget not to upset the fringes —
That guard the vanguard of the path
Of the topping public’s destiny —
Man, the diffident but always seizing brutish ape;
That was given with slight of consciousness, by mere accidents, Not ordained to his ministry!
He remains unmoved —
To disavow hope is conducive to living
For the hearts of men, are easily fooled;
By the embossment of heart and feelings,
And the dereliction they can ado
On the threads therein, and the wastrel
It leaves the corpse that steers
When all is absent and fear is true
All expectations leave deranged
And overtly fanciful.
The hearts of men are childish in scope;
Easily led away by falsified heroes
And endless faith in hopeless deeds
By the conceit of imbeciles, abuses go on
Under scented leads, beneath the linen and sheets
With no hope of rebuke or stark justice
To be made; the mark of an imbecile, consecrated.
Becalmed on aught, beseeched to doubt;
Aye, I am just that: Doubt and doubt soon after:
Lying naked, stretching down…
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