Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 81 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

The Thought Of I - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I during my life piled up my wish filled dreams and put them forth in aiming, hoping fulfillment in their ambitions: to see.

I tried in my earnest intentions to fair well and be my most; I to earn some being: obtaining plus more than others about me believed about me.

I did come to be entitled and I earned their great honors in high grade rewarding, meriting those top rates through efforts: I achieved.

I in my infant confusion realised the need for me to be a man, me being sadden in my learning: their honoring were all worthless death schemes.

I strolled before knowing in a covering fog slowly coming out, I studied long endeavoring hours coming to this truth in a dramatic shock: aware!

I doing years at full trust crossing between my studies, faithfully I did sacrifices then, because I was blind at that time: I did in them believed.

I in my lost touring years of my known life was offered a few promotions: me in fear denying what I felt as bad welcoming doors.

I fell a target aimlessly in my blindness running from them, me being trapped within their cage: my compromising of their righteous equation.

I didn't want myself to be found in their evil partaking, me non-sharing to others and solely having to be mean: to lower the poor.

I stumbled in my efforts but I found standards in my falling: I would not feed their madness, nor I their raging Beast roaring.

I was viewed in their concept by their eyes a captive here to serve them: they seeing me in their concept perceptions as me below them.

I was theorized to be lesser valued held in views of me in needing, me to them lacking I a to be: higher gleamed in life being.

I cut away from their constant downing and went without them venturing, walking in their cage: cautiously life's rough rigid course.

I in a tour of uncertainties down a trial I had to go me in pondering, walking so timidly: me going down lonely dark alleys.

I remembering thought pleasing during schools time in going, my hard determined earnings as I researched: coming to my views of real to be facts.

I continued my studies outside their watch, learnt there was a universe evolving in advancements: I lacking about its changing existence allot.

I was found to be tricked by them, a fool to be played as a single cell amoeba: I in their view was confused in my knowing and must be taught.

I had a real job in steel they watch me under their feathers, hard laborer working but their enemy, living life's struggles me touching bills ends.

I was happy by low living this displeased them, I was comfortable with my life making them angry: I dwelling in beliefs as poor me a common dude.

Inside thoughts hiding my misery, a clown's secret I thought none else knowing, my assured fact of its proof if I maintained my path: I would die.

I quickly turnt rather death occurrence I curled its outcome instead of me falling I stood tall peering: watching them upon shoulders of giants.

I to their vision tiny, I did among my brethren, I stayed not active among: who thought themselves, once as I smart and tall in my state of being.

I crossed the blue void above in my spirit reaching for answers, me wiping my hands against space: for response from its life filled sky.

I rapidly shuffled escaping attempts of death into small holes escaping, running from their assaults in fear: fleeing exterminator like a large rat.

I frightened by them and intimidated from birth to current aging, stuttered until my bitten tongue bled: gritting firm times my tongue hard upon my teeth.

Seeking my plot in wilderness tortured, lost in my aimless walking, me visiting a grave encountering others distance lives: men as I being a good man.

I heard the voices of our earth past ancestor's anger in raging outbursts, cries to their children demanding them to repent in thunder: unheard.

I long ago tumbling and funnel haven fallen in hell bottomless pit and cried: my joy turnt back and filled in views with tears of many despairs.

Efforts attempting escape I was living; not dead was I, not found in hell's walls as I saw people screaming: them as lost souls trapped inside.

I to escape had to cross hell's river in exiting, riding its waves of flaming pressures: me to cross suffering but terminating as I went its endless lies.

I out of hell's grip shattered, countless mental pieces without anyone of the living dead beholding: me dragging a gigantic sack of truths so wise.

I come to final conclusion dropping finally to end in full circle all my enduring, ending my thinking of mind endurance: I endured in all journeys I tried.

I in complete honesty about myself to be known nothing about me, I to know nothing more about myself no given absolute reality: I no more than,


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Topic(s) of this poem: human nature

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Trials and conflicts in the mind Absorbed by ones conditions limits ones efforts to try Ignorance of those factors give space for escape
I'm still laughing inside that star into the darkness The fun side I mounted, I went, I stood, I laughed, I walked, I heard, I cried, I crossed and I come

Comments about The Thought Of I by Alexander Coppedge

  • Gold Star - 97,368 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (7/10/2013 9:07:00 PM)

    Learnt the thoughts of the time.. that is biggest and succesul key, nice thought...10 (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (6/22/2013 8:55:00 PM)

    A poem as per note you tagged trials and conflicts in mind beautifully you brought out/Ran into small holes as a rat, I laughed inside a star gleaming out of the darkness, And stuttered until my tongued bleed /and crossed hell’s river waves of endless lies, Came out with a huge bags of truth, so wise, come to end full circle all journeys tried, Knowing no more then I A deserving poem worth reading and commenting Thank you, you write with the tinge of Lord Love you Alexander Coppedge You dwells on my heart (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 22, 2015

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