Rites of Regret

Desire is a double edged sword, ambition is folly,

And we've been buried with brimstone and holly.

For every action there is an equal, opposite reaction,

and so too is life but an oxymoronic fraction.

And so too the laws that govern conscious,

crippled from birth to be immoral and rambunctous.

 

This is what we've learned to do to ourselves,

draw cuts along the lines to pull out someone else-

sustaining stupidity in belligerent serenity,

honing the monotony of immenent emnity.

Our faith has taught us ambition is wrong,

the same ambition our philosophy prolongs-

a rediculous philosophy imbued with vanity,

superficial through ambition against limits of sanity.

 

Faith isn't proven, thus faith isn't fact,

science and metaphysics dark shadows in our act.

Ignorance is bliss, is our one and only truth,

but ambitions seek more and we're damned in youth.

 

With class, our mentality sheds bare simplicity,

and so we become intelligent-thriving on animocity.

Our selfish nature tells us we want only happiness,

breaking ourselves and seeking only emptiness,

wasting our lives looking for things we never find,

because ambition for more locks us in a bind.

 

This is what we've learned to do to ourselves,

draw cuts along the lines to pull out someone else-

sustaining stupidity in belligerent serenity,

honing the monotony of immenent emnity.

Our faith has taught us ambition is wrong,

the same ambition our philosophy prolongs-

a rediculous philosophy imbued with vanity,

superficial through ambition against limits of sanity.

 

Animals aren't ambition, but simple and 'dumb',

indifferent to mansion, trailer, or slum.

Only happy with manageable conditions,

without our 'standings' and prided renditions.

 

Ignorance is bliss, is our one and only truth,

but ambitions seek more and we're damned in youth.

Reviews

[Jake Donald Stephens]

I too am always blown away by your artistic poems.
Lots of people "try" to write them.
You succeed with the ones like this.

[closed]

Whoa! Whoa this one blew me away!! Where'd you pick up that kind of vocabulary Demy?? Holy cow! I dont even know how to describe the sheer awesomeness, and intelligence of this poem!

This proves it, I think it's safe and appropriate to say...

welcome back my greatest literary companion! ^

-Dream