PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Define the great minds of our generation.

The troubled at heart hold the greatest necessities.

Like bad times for the good;

Our broken must exult the deluded

So to facilitate evasion

Of their clarity of persona

Ingenious lies a the bottom of dirty cones

Water brown from transmitted stress

Take mine and I’ll take yours.

And exhale the purity of displacement

Excellence lies at the tip of a blade

Those who don’t give our time merit

Those who recognise futility in

Indefinitely balancing strategically.

Avoiding the bottom whilst aiming for the top.

But lingering in itching, mild discomfort.

The spectrums volatility.

The unpredictability in the burdens

Of mastery.

Deriving purpose from the residual,

The 90%, the wrong, the lame,

Those who source not from back alleys

But from day lit streets.

Those who breathe the bartering standards.

They are the undesirables that are written

In newspapers, in the scripture of existence.

Not us, not the realists.

Not the ones who source their comfort

In the altered states of consciousness

When the reality is disgusting

To the pure of mind