Let the deceit drop from your eyes
What’s left, a bare face or a new disguise?
What’s right? Not silence,
Or collections of lies
Just a memory of a man
That could’ve been whole
Embrace the dream, but is it alive?
Amusive? – the promise of an endless drive
Elusive – its fruits predestined to die
If it ever made sense
To dream this at all
Force fed with myths of future
Faceless idols
Success stories
Hushed to sleep
By men from screens
Who kill their sons for territories
Who bear no chains but the ones they’ve given us
Let the denial tear off its veil
What’s wrong? Your eyes cannot see the grail
What’s real? The decline,
Or luxury from the tale
You were taught to believe
To forget we can fall
It’s all you imagine, what you’ve been told
Such fate! – to be paid your own weight in gold
Such art! – but it’s stolen,
Soulless, resold
The fetish of power
Just one thing to rule them all
Elusive – in your arms it must transform
Carried in anguish, burden of a lie
Delusive appearance for those who conform
Intrusive – the noise of a stoner’s lullaby
Mistaking freedom for creations estranged
Castles of glass & fast, shiny cars
Mistaking this world for the one that had changed
Laid under a set of artificial stars
You strangled life
Borne by your heart
Low class celebrity hysteria
You took the soul
Of what was art
Its birth became its burial
You wasted nights
To paint a dream
By then it became hilarious
Shocked by ads
Heartless roles
& talent show scenarios
It carried woe
How distant a goal
when you face a foe
How mournful the love, when it cannot grow
How broken a smile when it brings no glow
How meaningless words
When their truth
Can’t flow
Abusive – the dream was never yours
Adults have a brutal version of Disneyland
Fate predesigned for antiquity stores
Like colors that wish to melt in your hand
Elusive – it lives until its found
The sinister master takes hold of the slave
Exclusive – & you can never be crowned
On the path of gold leading
From enrichment
To the grave
So I’d rather stay in my own world
Let the nights stay dark & slow
I’d rather stay & wait
Until there’s no one left to go
I’d rather die changing inside
For the money cannot sing
Than live for what they said I should
That in the end is just
A THING
So, let the defeat help you arise
New colors? For this sky, there’re no dyes
New words? But the mind should know no lies
& only then, the man
Will stand tall
But if you’ll retreat, say your goodbyes
Impossible? Yet this wish never dies
The fools still have it,
& so do the wise
If it ever made sense
To dream this at all
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From the start I liked how this was written. This is yet another superb poem written by you. What can I say what I haven’t said before? I guess I’ll just leave now before I sound like a broken record.lol.. Great job and *applause* for this amazing piece.
lol no worries, I totally know what you mean… thank you for all the support :)))
This is beyond masterful. Exemplary. I’m always struck at how easy you make this look. It makes us all dig deep and find the greatest artist within ourselves, and that’s what truly impactful poetry does. Bravo, my friend!
Damn, even your comments are always poetic.. good stuff, bro 😉 thank you!
You, my friend, are a master story teller.
So many quotable’s..
But I’ma go here;
“How meaningless words
When their truth
Can’t flow”
So much truth.
God, I love this so much!
Brilliant.. ?
that part exactly is what was directly influenced by your work.. I mean, I mentioned “flow”, so isn’t it obvious? xD
thanks for the kind words, bro 🙂
Ok. There are so many nice comments on poetfreak, “great pièce”, “wonderful writing”….
It kinda lose its value. If I say it’s great, it goes with the vast majority.
This is not great, it’s awesome. First of all it’s my favorite of you. My favorite in all poetfreak. Never read a poem that good out here and there are some writers.
The rythm, the répétitions, the choice of words. The red wire of Elusive. Oh my. I love it so much I’m saving it.
I really don’t think you know how good it is.
The end is movingly sad.
“You took the soul
Of what was art
Its birth became its burial”
Man, that is pure gold.
Thank you for this and sorry for the long post.
I know exactly what you mean, ‘cuz that’s how I feel when reading some of the stuff on here.. & saving it? – that sounds awesome, I’m glad it’s SO good…
as for the “sorry”, well.. yea, I wouldn’t mind spending an entire night reading it, it’s just so mo(ti)v(at)ing.. thanks so much 🙂 means everything