Delirium,
Misfiring bearings.
Opiate,
She power’s my train.
Sanctity,
I have no boundaries.
Like a moon,
I was meant to wane.
Consulate,
I am my own Caesar.
Disparate,
And nearly as vain.
Delirium,
These misfiring bearings,
As a nerve,
You lie to the brain.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David, another brilliant poem. Top grade write. Top marks and thank for sharing this my friend. David
Very clever penning. Yes 'Self Esteem' has to be a trick of the brain... don't you think? I like this... HG: -) xx
Wow this is very powerful and thought provoking good stuff as allways thanks Nik
I agree that self esteem is a trick of the brain, very clever writing by you here David, I will look out for more of your work, Lynda xx
Brilliant, thoughtful, brave.'misfiring bearings'. LOVE it. This is AMAZING. You have talent!
'Like a moon/ I was meant to wane.' Brilliant but maybe not true? Thanks for this one.
not sure about the vein-ity issue.. Was Caesar very veiny? That must be why he bled to death so fast after getting stabbing in the back! but a fun poem on the life, nonetheless... -c
'Boundry-less' indeed, this piece certainly proves you to be and any vainity you may indulge in is probably justified...perhaps you would consider Caesar as a 'nom de plume'? ;)
Perhaps my favorite of your poems thus far. Well structured. Elequent. Effortless flow. Well done. ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was excellent. like a moon i was meant to wane! great stuff.