Genius man rubber band elasticity worn thin. No way to win in scenic "sin" and cobwebbed thoughts of who's who. Once you cried, but now you laugh, in a belly full of blisters with eyes of glass. If I've seen you once I've seen you twice. Men like you pay the price. Questions are cancer to you, with no answer. What legacy to gain but someone to blame Til" the next "genius" rises full of "surprises" and he too will fall as must, they all. Whilst time pays no mind to blind leading blind and the fruit there within, pie"s insanity
Thankfully, a circle is not infinite. Nor is it beyond polar points of contact fixed within one plane of existence.
We are multidimensional.
We are beyond repetition.
Poetry like this is all the proof one needs...
I enjoyed the ease of the rhyme and flow of your read. It was complimentary to a beauty of logic and thought.
Ah, thank you for reading this old ditty. I actually wrote it in high school but can't seem to part .. read moreAh, thank you for reading this old ditty. I actually wrote it in high school but can't seem to part with it...rather odd, huh?
"If I've seen you once
I've seen you twice.
Men like you
pay the price..."
One of my fav. lines ever! Beautiful "Cobwebbed Thoughts" you've shaped with words. There's some kinda rhetorical analogy of mania in your piece that's literally reflecting the insanity ov'r mind. Excellent job!
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Adams, always an honor to read your generous reviews, sir...thank you :)
expecting a different outcome from the same repeated actions - but hypnotic those damn patterns and hard to escape from their memerising beauty.
Not making excuses - eventually the insanity becomes boring. Things change - time for change lynn.
Striking imagery here my friend. :)
I could almost swear that you once crossed a path with a genius, just long enough to get into his head and acquire his recipe from his ink.
Your genius ink mixed with his, is a powerful potion.
It is said : "Whatever is bound on earth is bound in heaven"
I truly believe...... You are destined to spill that inks blood onto the pages brought before you.
Your words dance and sing. There is a calming eternal ring about them. Sorta uncanny, prophetic.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
thank you so much Kate :) How are you?
9 Years Ago
Awe.......... So I'm back and forgot the lard.............. Rose petal calling :-)
The title of 'genius' is often conferred upon one by one's own self, while all others wonder "where did THAT come from?" This leaves the reader to surmise that genius is viewed with disdain by the writer, hoping that humility will rear its head, too little and too late. A very thought provoking piece with an undercurrent of tamped down intensity roiling the waters into frenzied doubt. Great write! take care...dan
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Good seeing you, Dan :) Hope things are much better for you now
interesting piece....i see a fool on a hill thinking he is all that....but others see through his facade...especially the poet, who sees total insecurities that the other is trying to suppress by showing off...but the mask will come off, and there will be little behind it.