My world is precarious
a circle - fate and destiny
in the balance, eternity,
large and small and various
moments of passion and rage
the respite of competing
and the mind-numbing bleating
the oncoming storm of age
birth and burial, bookends,
a middle full of means
conscience light and clean
and choices without amends
violence without action
pain without remorse
justice without recourse
choice without redaction
truth and consequences
faith that fractures might
those lonely in the night
fools who sit on fences
fall upon your pride
bleed to save your life
upon the skin the knife
free the poison inside
for pain defies the reasons
and pleasure refines the peace
hold strong till breaths cease
when purity defines your treasons
breathe in the scent of pander
breathe out the words of tripe
ignore ad hominem and hype
the allegations of slander
truth overcomes the muse
words destroy the illusion
of love, kindess, inclusion
and secret hidden abuse
throw off tyrannical reigns
put on the belt of truth
grasp the undeniable proof
until it courses through the veins.
2 comments:
Nice poem. Sadly, I don't know what the title refers to, and I'm left thinking of the code for the NES version of Ikari Warriors. After dying 3 times, you could press that and come right back--kind of like the famous Contra code.
I hope this comment does not tarnish a post of what is a good poem.
The lettering in the title is the rhyme scheme. A rhymes with A and B with B. Typically, rhyme goes A-A-B-B or even A-B-C-B, where only the second and fourth lines rhyme.
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