SubtractionA Poem by Kenneth The PoetAnd I'm not talking about adding the opposite either.
Connecting the dots
Making stock market patterns Wiping the snot Twice over, soul's shattered Roid rage overload The anger can't be directed Gas line explodes Calvin calls him unelected Unable to complete Humanity's prime directive A God's love replete Enough to be very selective Surgical scars Have gone unnoticed Quickening cars Lead to a funeral opus A hole in the ground Oblong in scope An ending so sound Devoid of hope The others selected Naturally so Totally dejected Habitual role This is the story For too many people Too little glory Beyond the steeple What is the point Of tying the knot? Now in the joint Since the nerves are shot No fulcrum, No center of mass All tantrum, All out of class Since there is no child Biologically to raise All prayers are just mild Simple speech, minus the praise But, the plotting plots on Despite what I write About thirty, youth is gone But life is still slight A man, his full purpose Going down the utility chute The seed may be surplus But that could very well be moot And so he's now here The bottom of the battery Feeling such small fear He is way out of flattery Yet, the bottom stands tall The negative sign on the base A miracle called The Fall True freedom, minus the grace Down here at our level Going through the daily grind Feeling odd and disheveled And somehow, I don't mind Subtract out the praise Cancel out all the glory Eliminate the lie of grace It makes for a better story © 2011 Kenneth The PoetAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 23, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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