PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

i recently thought about
this place i used to frequent
as a boy
[where and when's irrelevant]
what mattered
was the moment
when i felt truly breakable
tame to the world's tacit whim
such immense influence
i can't even grasp such now
even though
i am still young
that feeling is far gone
replaced by a stern stubbornness
and will to walk in damaged steps
around the virtues of the world
perceptively assuming
that everything is dilated
blown out of it's right proportions
masked in casket silhouettes
and all i see's the shroud
unholy yet omnipotent
atop the haughty hierarchy
and,
my heart
feels trampled on
underneath its vicious heel
eaten by the light
like a moth at night
so now i borrow my ideals
from the scripts of former speakers
that preached the spoken word
with tact and abstract allocation
who fought with thought
and not with selfish abdication
the fathers of the free release
whose beliefs beget relief
in a time of dire need
but all the same
i'm no apostle
just some drunken sleepy writer
who claims he is some sort of poet
but really just a dead volcano
out of love and out of verse
an empty tank dried out and cracking
extinct from my ambitious bursts
yet still i play my harpsichord
hitting
all
the
notes
off
key