An Ideal Beware
actalo
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Someone mentioned the clear fact I often do not take myself "seriously," here is my answer: Sarcasm or even cynicism is generally a manifestation of insecurity... interpret as you will.
This first poem is actually the original version of "Social Commentary," ( A poem I posted yesterday) which is a combination of two or three commentary pieces.
Man-Made Death: (Musical Composition)
Man-made cure is what I need, oh well... fuck the cure, just give me a pill.
-Love that temporary fix; save me a spot in line.
Washer Machine, wash me clean.
Partly cloudy today, with lots of speculation... please wait for the edit.
We are quite pleased with our TV, quite pleased indeed.
Washer Machine, wash me clean.
Live on the edge until one falls off, sell our wings for safe landing.
Buy, buy, buy useless stuff... save me a spot in line.
An Ideal Beware:
I partonize the petty, those victimless monkeys of hear-say.
Walking amongst their one-sided banter, I pluck flowers of immunity.
Love may smile and despair may weep, yet they both pity me.
An angry man wishes my life, yet I am not one to share.
Sounds of our quarrel wake the vultures, who seek weak hearts of those newly broken.
Slanted view I may perceive, for none too soon am I blind.
I replay this scene, to skip with each scratch.
Duly tired and justly forgotten, I long for softer soil.
Hereditary Madness: (Musical composition)
The chains of guilt wrap tightly around my arm.
Swim in circles, a new face to absorb the pain.
None of what you see happened, yet remember it well.
This is how to treat a woman, this is control.
Static atonement
Three small boys, huddle in darkness.
A weeping babe, naked child her soul afar.
Unaware and cold, he fondles his prize.
Yet there appears a new face, one who refuses to hide.
Static atonement
The chain of guilt need not rebirth.
Long dead in mind as buried in name.
You need no longer hide, for I remember well.
There is no safety in darkness, underneath the bed.
-Actalo
This first poem is actually the original version of "Social Commentary," ( A poem I posted yesterday) which is a combination of two or three commentary pieces.
Man-Made Death: (Musical Composition)
Man-made cure is what I need, oh well... fuck the cure, just give me a pill.
-Love that temporary fix; save me a spot in line.
Washer Machine, wash me clean.
Partly cloudy today, with lots of speculation... please wait for the edit.
We are quite pleased with our TV, quite pleased indeed.
Washer Machine, wash me clean.
Live on the edge until one falls off, sell our wings for safe landing.
Buy, buy, buy useless stuff... save me a spot in line.
An Ideal Beware:
I partonize the petty, those victimless monkeys of hear-say.
Walking amongst their one-sided banter, I pluck flowers of immunity.
Love may smile and despair may weep, yet they both pity me.
An angry man wishes my life, yet I am not one to share.
Sounds of our quarrel wake the vultures, who seek weak hearts of those newly broken.
Slanted view I may perceive, for none too soon am I blind.
I replay this scene, to skip with each scratch.
Duly tired and justly forgotten, I long for softer soil.
Hereditary Madness: (Musical composition)
The chains of guilt wrap tightly around my arm.
Swim in circles, a new face to absorb the pain.
None of what you see happened, yet remember it well.
This is how to treat a woman, this is control.
Static atonement
Three small boys, huddle in darkness.
A weeping babe, naked child her soul afar.
Unaware and cold, he fondles his prize.
Yet there appears a new face, one who refuses to hide.
Static atonement
The chain of guilt need not rebirth.
Long dead in mind as buried in name.
You need no longer hide, for I remember well.
There is no safety in darkness, underneath the bed.
-Actalo
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but I can enjoy/appreciate cynicism, which is present throughout your words
I like what you have to say