The Power of knowledge

The Power of knowledge

 

What do you know of me?

With all your inconsequential enigmatic emotional breakdowns

You are the total complication of my simplistic nature

The hunger seems to swell in your belly from the pure presence

Of my grace placed upon another’s lap

As if I have not unduly overfed, overgroomed and spoiled you

With showers of my love

Is it not enough that you be placed upon a throne with the crown of my own?

Or must there also be the pleasureful entertainment of brothers

wallowing in thorns of anguish swallowed up by despair and ignorance of self

Must you also glory in the fact that even in crowded spaces,

my love goes unfelt and my presence unknown

Your judgmental justifications of what should and is to be

are undisciplined vocal tones searching for someone’s spirit

upon which to crash-land...

Am I still the stranger that stands at your door and knocks?

Or the mother that comes to feed when your belly longs to be full?

Try not to confuse me with your own self-indulged delusions of universal greatness

That from whence you came, so shall you return... simple miracle of mud

Epiphany... Love, Life, Happiness, and Grace

Such is the meaning...

Such is your fate...

Reviews

[laughingwolf]

you continue to shine, bro... well wrought!

[Jessica Benfield]

wow, this is amazing, you touch on so many monumental things in this piece... amazing... the flow and the use of your words is astounding... great job on such a magnifiscent piece!
smiles,
jess

[Str8jacket]

This is a really powerful poem. The choice of tone comes off as both forceful and extremely intelligent.

[Emily Jarvis]

such a complex poem, you have to read it more than once to get an even better idea of it!

[Dr. Ni]

May I do what one never should and edit your poem a bit? to show you what I mean by less is more?

One of my theories about poetry is that it is all about CONDENSATION, i.e., saying as much as possible in as few words as possible. Compacting your communication as tightly as possible. Removing everything that reeks of "sentence," "prose." Take a gander, for example at this:


Me?
With all your inconsequential enigmatic emotional breakdowns
You, complete complication of my simplistic nature.
hunger seems to swell in your belly
from the pure presence
Of my grace placed upon another's lap
As if I have not unduly overfed, overgroomed
spoiled you with showers of my love

Is it not enough that you are placed upon a throne
with the crown of my own?
must there also be entertainment of brothers
wallowing in thorns of anguish
swallowed up by despair
by ignorance of self

Must you glory that even in crowded spaces,
my love goes unfelt
my presence unknown
Your judgmental justifications of what should and is to be
undisciplined vocal tones searching for someone's spirit
upon which to crash-land...

Am I still the stranger that stands at your door, knocking?
the mother coming to feed when your belly longs to be full?
Don't confuse me with your self-indulged delusions of universal greatness
That from whence you came, so shall you return...
simple miracle of mud

Epiphany... Love, Life, Happiness, Grace
Such is the meaning...
Such is your fate...

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Now, your moments of brilliance:

inconsequential enigmatic emotional breakdowns

As if I have not unduly overfed, overgroomed and spoiled you
With showers of my love

Is it not enough that you be placed upon a throne with the crown of my own?

(pleasureful--truly horrible awkward word, stands up and calls attention to itself)

my love goes unfelt and my presence unknown

Your judgmental justifications of what should and is to be

are undisciplined vocal tones searching for someone's spirit

upon which to crash-land... (I love "crash-land"!)

the mother that comes to feed when your belly longs to be full?

simple miracle of mud

Love and blessings,

Dr. Ni