Insanity

"gods" for empires are dust in the wind

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





 

Author's Note

Some patterns should not be sewn

Reviews

[wordman]

well ,it seems we have a ceaser! but rome did burn
a deep write lynn

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Hi wordman :) thanks for coming by

[wordman]

your light was on, and i smelled the coffee

[wordman]

all they need is a good woman to kick that a*s lol

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hahahaha ((( YOU )))

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~~ i recently watched all seasons of "Game of Thrones" and "House of Cards"... and i think i can guess the pattern you're referring to, lady lynn... ~~ maybe history does repeat itself... i don't know for certain but i do get that feeling sometimes...

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hahaha you must of been bored. (((you)))) thanks for stopping by

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~~ not at all, lady lynn... i majored in history... i was just thoughtful... and i wondered if my personal history would change... i was actually feeling sombre after reading your poem... ~~ it's deep and it's heavy...

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oh no serah. Hope is changing patterns that should have never been sewn

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~~ hmmm... i'll think about that, lady lynn...

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thinking makes ya thirsty. Gives you a nice cool beverage :)))

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~~ oh... thank you... thank you... :)

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since the beginning of humankind this is what many have tried to do... build empires from the mistakes of others only to make the same mistakes themselves... hubris, ego and the need for power, to dominate, furnishes the landscape of every single empire that has risen and fallen; their bones buried years later in the sands and oceans, some to be found, some lost forever... love the play between the title and opening word... the paradox that is the insane genius... well-done, Lynn!

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hahaha FT...your review is better than the poem, but ya, the song remains the same. Thank you, my dear poet

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harldy, Lynn :) but thanks! Yes, the song remains the same...