The Nature of Human Intent

by shingler   Apr 14, 2006


Opening the catch in my eye
announces any ideal for a dormant heart.
This mask refuses to labor for a life born pure,
but soiled by choices of the Mark.
Hardly realizing the fork of option, as such,
the knife of destiny slices a comfortable route.
Affording a passive sense of black,
desire for apathy is the course.
I believe in Never as an abstract.
Never is Nowhere yellowed for impatience.
The perverse bloat cannot smell any better.
Only my breath is more rich.
Realizing what a gathering of hope
I have abused as a personality,
all conflicts of interest become dull.
The scale for which does not matter.
Lilacs in the garden bloom.
Suns rise on another day
and I feel fine.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lost Soul 691

    I felt ... but I'm not sure what ... for my mind is wandering now in all the images you invoked. Keep on writing!

  • 18 years ago

    by Kaylee

    This poem is actually a misc one that makes sense in an odd way. It's really deep but filled with imagery that you can't escape.

  • 18 years ago

    by Biscuit

    Some great thought has gone into this poem and its really well expressed, keep writing u definately have a talent xx

  • 18 years ago

    by Jon Hunt

    Parts of this escape me, your thinking is very deep and very profound.

    However i feel it very strongly, the meaning is there, but i cannot fully grasp it, such is the greatness of this poem.

    However i realy enjoy the simple nature of the ending.

    I look forward to further intellectual challenges from yourself.
    Keep it up.

    Jon

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