He never leaves any fingerprints.
He never leaves a trace of himself.
Only death, pain, suffering and guilt.
How can you photograph a phantom?
How can you track a ghost?
Find DNA?
Most people say he doesn't exist.
What do you think?
If you're ambivalent about him
Don't drop your guard.
His greatest achievement:
He doesn't exist,
He's only an allegory.
The moment you think
He's not around
Can be fatal.
Funny thing is
There's plenty of proof
That he exists.
He makes the koolaid
And offers you a drink.
He even pours it for you.
You drink or you don't,
He doesn't make you.
There is good and
Evil in this world.
You choose.
April 2019
A refined poetic imagination, Clyde King. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Could the yin/yang, , male/female, , good/evil dichotomy really be subtle? So everpresent in our organic ever changing reality? This poem is attuned to a deeper Cthonian Malevolent Boogie man! I will read this poem it has soul! I like it...I just hope readers don’t convert to fundamentalist conservative voting block! I think this poem serves best as a warning.
That’s the intent. People think they’re not influenced by external entities but they are fooling themselves. Our free will is constantly being molded by outside forces. The billions spent on advertising prove that