Tim Caffery

Rookie - 427 Points (02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

The Poet's Cave - Poem by Tim Caffery

Here lies treasure & innocence guarded for no gain
Exploitation rides his stead to smoother this ancient flame
The darkness descends as the ocean
Uncarried by any form or motion
The opposite of freed
Like the dragon without a name
Doesn't have, but provides a need
Not a home or cathedral
Not for worship, it's for dwelling
Solely to harbor evil
And...
The fungi of the people
Which can only flourish in this soot
That cast you path under foot
One way in, no way out
Sows the seeds of inner doubt
Thus, rambling rhymes sprout
Rising from this shoot
Blossoming into the wise owl's hoot
Distorting the vision of bats
Consolidating the lives of cats
Convincing worms to abandon earth
The Poet's Cave is a hollow chest
Bellowing the curse
The Poet's Cave is the grave of Death
Here lies this one, no longer a live
With a list of those who in turn survive
The Poet's Cave is a blackman's cage
The Redman's rage
And nothing more than an empty page
The teachings of a mathematical sage
Oppressive, Grand 'Ol Oprey stage
This dark and empty, dreadful cave
It the greatest gift The Poet gave




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  • Rookie Lily Mccambridge (10/14/2013 4:33:00 PM)

    Very interesting, a little unsure what it means. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 16, 2013


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