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Bare-ly Passive

Contributed by xHeathenx on Friday, 4th September 2015 @ 01:51:02 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract






A man who walks a barren path
Leaves and trees surrounding
Fruit grows ever out of reach,
Just a slight climb is all it takes
Instead he stares, reaches still,
Circling numerous times-
Kicking soil in the air,
Leaving trenches where paths once were

A fly held in web captured,
Stolen away from free skies
It sees dung, food, decay and mates,
All wrapped along sticky strings
Awaiting the looming spider's bite,
Oh how he wishes to escape! To fight!
To decide when and where,
How he meets his own end

Walls of any kind create difficulty
In lighting up the way as you go
No matter where it is,
You go to or from
Flashlights and lanterns,
Sure, they help light the way
But artificial light breeds,
Only artificial sight

False hope and motivations
Give false sense of direction
The poor man works hard, busts his hump!
"The rich get richer", and he has no fair share
Teaching serfs to keep working hard,
But never of the world around them
What matters of neighbors?
When neighbors are not family?

They become victim to destiny,
Set up, and destined to fail
The system has been broken,
Along with the spirits of the cogs
Overtaken by the rusting mist
Of a so called "trickling down"
Always hungry, but conveniently enough,
They just never seem to starve...




Copyright © xHeathenx ... [ 2015-09-04 01:51:02]
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Re: Bare-ly Passive (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Friday, 4th September 2015 @ 02:05:15 AM AEST
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This one probably needed some explaining before you posted it. It starts off calm and ends deep. I like the third stanza most.


Re: Bare-ly Passive (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 4th September 2015 @ 05:54:22 AM AEST
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I didn't think this poem needed an explanation at all.
To me that often soils a well written poem although at times it's required. This is the best of your current writes IMHO. We all are trapped in a web of some sort at sometime in our lives.

This was a great poem. With age we are all oxidizing someway somehow........... But you still have not lost the writing skills. Of course you're still young with little rust :)


James




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