Histrionic ModestyA Poem by Shane Hogan PoetryWhat makes life defined in value? I have found that even in the least intelligent people, an understanding exists, in which they are integral; Lacking that leads to something more, There is no sense of irony in this subconscious opinion. Some believe they are beyond the matter of what is matter now, Some believe life is in the gathering of matter, not the solving of how. Rambling, yet philosophically intelligible, The conceptual; They are the italics of this world, but do not fit with the realist's sense of emphasis, to be. From this, longer does the ivy of an idea grow, my mind a lagoon, a matrix of mayhem; It feels like an ordeal, but then results in matter of fact. It is strange to think that of which makes me, is predominantly someone else's thoughts and my disagreements; In flaws, I found truth, when I found nothing. Presumptuous prestige makes fine points, but also awkward gaits through life. Awkward gaits, with galling silence.
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Added on June 21, 2014Last Updated on July 2, 2014 AuthorShane Hogan PoetryCo. Kildare, Leinster , IrelandAboutI know you feel it scratching beneath the surface of this state. more..Writing
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