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The Self-Serving Saint
Contributed by
Wordsmith123
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Tuesday, 8th October 2013 @ 12:46:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
InspirationalPoems
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Expressive explication clears the muddled thoughts of the closed minded, self-serving saint,
A victim of delusions drenched in artificial applause and posthumous praise.
A soap box high enough to hear is tall enough to tumble
With a crash that makes the heavens rumble and the concrete pillars crumble
Under the weight of those more humble.
The Truth, while bold, is lost in layers if spun by those whose tongues drip gold,
And wash their words in streams of satin, smooth and sheer.
Instead, affluence succeeds emptiness when belligerent barriers
Are broken for the sake of certainty.
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2013-10-08 12:46:41] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Self-Serving Saint
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sagefairy on
Friday, 11th October 2013 @ 11:12:47 AM AEST (User
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There are... certainly a lot of fakes in the world. My tongue has never been accused of dripping gold... more like acid, I guess. I can't say I like the -emotion- this begets, but I do like the writing that paints a pictures on the other side of the foggy window. Someone is being revealed here, that is certain. Good work! Blessings, S. |
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Re: The Self-Serving Saint
(User Rating: 1 ) by alicewhite on
Sunday, 20th October 2013 @ 04:09:13 PM AEST (User
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great poem and interpretation , whoever is being exposed here is the ying to your yang but both are one and the same , depending on your viewpoint, but i think you are very clever and very gifted, this shines through in your poetry, x
i shall read more of your writings for surexxx |
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