I salute you
post-modern
shards splinters
poking eyes
that will not see
piercing throats
carrying no voice
shattering eardrums
in ears unused
waves of thoughts
permeate space
wavelengths in spectrums
speaking shouting
to all people minds
in their own language
Who has consciously
chosen to tune out?
Looked into the sun
burned out their own eyeballs?
closed throat
gorges upon pig fat
translated into self
absorbed fetishes
through your food
your tastes apparent
are written an indictment
proclaiming inhuman indifference
so very much conscious you are
your personal needs desires
gluttony deadly sins
grow into skeletons
forget not
time passing
cry pain past
awaits all in judgement
open a second of time
let it watered grow
sunlight birthright
flowers awakening
speculate
upon future blooms
grown
in garden of mind
in garden of creative nurturing mind
weeds
ripped out
burned?
buried under turned over soil?
reflect upon purpose fruitful vine
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
'Bato bato sa langit... ang tamaan ay huwag magalit' or should i say in English 'Rock and stone from heaven... let the guilty ones don't get mad' nice write here... straight!
'grown in garden of mind in garden of creative nurturing mind weeds ripped out burned? buried under turned over soil? reflect upon purpose fruitful vine' Simply excellent the intelligence married with restrained emotions. Master you are. Poet. We are in such a century no where to reach perhaps yet we have to run long with passions for a destination. And this journey is very tough and toughest yet 'I will not rest'.(dedicated quote from Jean Cristoph by Rolland.) Regards 10++++ Apoet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In my vanity I thought I was OK as a Poet... Ha Ha... Then I came across yours... No contest... You are the winner... Superb... Colin J...