Decadent

Decadent  - spoken word

Decadent life -

simple pleasures fortified.

The belief in our strengths

seemingly disarms our failings.

 

On the face of it,

the decadent life springs its blessings upon us,

and masks our ailments -

it overwhelms and surpasses

our understandings.

 

Base-born passions and urges -

esteemed.

Loose words proclaimed to the world,

but  in our dreams.

 

As socially visible,

virtually traceable creatures

with nowhere to hide,

we move through our life

breeding and diffusing

death wishes into our souls with strife.

 

Virtual connections,

loose,  trepid affections

keep steady momentum alive.

Coy, arrogant vanity - lives and breathes

digging its clutches into my knees

and into my deeds.

Spiritually dehydrated,

we tread along without glancing,

occasionally loving,

mostly indulging,

but never dancing.

 

Fretting over our fears.

decadent and glowing

this joyous slumber blindfolds our eyes,

every morning.

 

Alters our hearts,

ties up our arms.

Lingering swiftly

under the skies.

 

With no care in the world

we feel as we steal

 these moments away from our life.

Onwardly we press, dutily we confess,

to friends that we find, as we toss and rewind.

 

Nobody's perfect but nobody's real

in our decadent life.

Our hearts are in a trap, 

we search for the map, 

but our souls need to find the dimension to feel.

 

Connect to frontiers, let go of fears,

arrogant vanity cripples the years.

I stand here before you, bare

and dismiss -

the joys of tomorrow for today's bliss. 

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Alters our hearts,
ties up our arms.
Lingering swiftly
under the skies.

The whole read was an experience of your skillful writing and above lines were simply marvelous. Great work!

[Michael X]

Very bare and revealing, a soul plea and speaks volumes,
of life, experience and long, brilliant job my friend.