C.R. Blazo

Rookie (11`21`79 - Present / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

House Of Imbeciles - Poem by C.R. Blazo

Olden days crept from stench
The stench of blank eyes and empty skulls
They hear it moving
Chained to the dock
Of submerged harbors
Deep inside the mind
It was removed
Placed on blueprints
To be found through ledgers
Scan the lines
The past explodes forth
How can it be ignored
Why is it unexplored
Unchosen faults
Lain debacles on birth
Cancelled out
Nixed passed control
Flick the switch
To start new ambitions
The truth buried and old
Forgotten faces mar the past
Our teachings sure do sell
Keep the lies near to us
In the house of imbeciles

Comments about House Of Imbeciles by C.R. Blazo

  • Captain Cur (8/15/2012 11:30:00 PM)

    Good points throughout. Liked the title. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, September 7, 2012

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