The Knowing

The Knowing

A Poem by Damian Alan Gray
"

apathetic rejection

"

Don’t you know
why I
Do what I do
and I
Take what I take
and I
Have what I have
and I
Had what I had
and I
Believe what I believe
and I
Don’t know you.
 

© 2008 Damian Alan Gray


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Hi Im feather. I like this piece it is so simple. I like the way it sounds in my head when I read it. I like the last line because even though it says /I Don't Know You/, it sounds like it is saying, 'I don't owe you' and both lines seem to fit well as they both almost seem to say the same thing. I find myself extraordinarily dense at poetry, but I love to read it. This one with it's simplicity has its demension of compexity that offers meaning to even [dense] reader such as myself. I hope you haven't minded that I have found it inviting to review.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I have to review this it reminds so much of a piece that I wrote many years ago about an individual who persisted to invite me to participate in his dillusional world and I didn't have the heart to tell the guy I saw him as a mental case with his naive take on reality and that as a result I didn't care to know him. The guy wouldn't pick up on even the most blatant of clues that I wasn't interested in his moronic ideas. The guy was monumentally presumptuous with his opinions about my personal life that I never asked for and he was fully oblivious as to why I had found his insulting remarks about me offensive. He had no clue why I knew what I knew he had absolutely no insight as to why I was doing what I was doing for a living and he saw me as priveledged and spoiled which I deeply resented for reasons I won't state here. At the time I was something of an atheist (which has since changed) and he was insistant upon converting me. I just wanted him to go away. I didn't want to know him. Wonderful piece, Damian. I hope I don't catch too much hell for this review.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Nice, succint piece in its knowing.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


I love how you set this up. As a slam piece, I don't think it fits so well - I'd love to see your perform it, for I think it would come out differently. very creative in formatting, and it relates to the reader very well. Well written

Posted 16 Years Ago


I usually dont like poems that have that hint of awkwardness reading it but for some reason i really liked this one. It was awkward yet not so much to the fact it took away from reading it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


a poem that most can relate to. your creativity with this piece is good. the pattern you put in is the best to fit the rhythm of your piece. good job

Posted 16 Years Ago


There is a bit of mystery to the piece since the real reason of anything that is said isn't completely written in stone....it can be taken in a few directions just depending on the reader and the situation they are in. I like that its left open to interpretation. Good piece~

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very thought provoking poem! The reason could be of many. A poem that I may not ever figure out but one that will keep me thinking.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Wow, this is great! I like the style of the piece, and the content is good too. It's a mystery, for sure, since we don't know what it is about (but I like it that way). Bravo!

Elise

Posted 16 Years Ago


AWESOME!!!
Short, simple and completely successful in conveying the message. Terrific!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Damian Alan Gray
Damian Alan Gray

Spring Hill, FL



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