The Folly of Pretense

Raw, unfiltered and directly from the heart...

Funny how things seem to crumble and fail 

Viewed from one's mind about an uncertain future 

Seeing more than is there in good hearts 

Just getting a feel for where things lie 

Speaking of the sole as something wonderful 

Yet rather accustomed to trading with the uncouth 

Swapping smiles for your hidden frowns 

All OK, all fine, not bad at all in your world 

Not wanting to hurt another with rejection 

Of a situation that never started to begin with 

Where the potentiality outweighed all you've gained 

Hiding from that not carved from finest marble 

No Michelangelo's David to turn tail and leave 

With not even their ear left to hear your woes 

Chasing a care of only the flesh and nothing more 

All over pretense foolishly kept to yourself 

Bring stinging bite of a brutal blade to bear 

Without intention doesn't quite dull the pain 

As watching this unfold twists the knife deeper 

Going through the motions for momentary bliss 

No credence to the unasking and unassuming friend 

All over a thought and possible path unblazed 

Letting the field go fallow and unattended 

Expecting weeds to not overgrow and strangle life 

From one who only wanted to know you better 

Show you to a good time without more pretense or demands 

Leaving silent the man not prancing about your heart 

For fools unknowingly dimming your soul 

Their pretense paid in full never to give more than they left 

Flesh their only foolish desire to be given by you 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Going through the motions for momentary bliss
No credence to the unasking and unassuming friend
All over a thought and possible path unblazed
Letting the field go fallow and unattended
Expecting weeds to not overgrow and strangle life"


Another raw and from the heart write. Bravo.....................

[Wynter Ignatius]

I'm finding the quicker writes, with little to no edits, wrote between things at work tend to garner the most responses from people - maybe I need to consider that my niche and run with it more, but the muse moves me as it does so I listen and follow as she whispers in my ear.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:)........

[Aramey]

Um.... WOW!!!!! *Does discovered awesome poetry dance* Seriously. BARD. That's you.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you dear, but I'm far from taking that crown from William - still, I tend to move people so the intended purpose is ringing true.

[Aramey]

Pshh... if you're talking about that dead guy, that's in the past. Otherwise, give yourself a little credit. Or a lot, it won't ruin you. I promise :)

[Wynter Ignatius]

Oh dear, you put me on a pedestal but I understand I suppose. I'll agree for now, even if I still feel I'm not on par with the man himself - maybe the same wheelhouse, but not quite there yet.