Lies I’ve heard
From the start…
“Not that smart
Ain’t got heart
Just a tart
Slow to start
Below the chart
Dull-eyed dart
Richless fart
Empty cart
Progress in ‘park’
Stopping start
In the dark
Just a lark
Can’t make the mark
No grave for Clark
Reality stark
Mewing bark”
What’s that?!
Hark!
Who’s that?
Hark!
Can’t hear you
I can’t hear you
We can’t hear you
Stop!
Okay.
Now start
Over.
Lies…how does one sift through all that is said about us for good or bad to get at a clear true picture of self.
Hark! Your inner self screaming out to be known.
Progress in ‘park’
I love, love that…many times in our lives there appears to be stagnation when so much ‘activity’ is going on under the surface.
The recurring theme of stopping and dying and starting over and rebirth.
All the passion that is pouring forth from you…I am stunned.
I agree, eterne! Kenn, you are really doing it. Your choice of word arrangement and the flow and meaning behind every word.
I love it, love it, love it, love it, and I relate to it.
Thanks, meek and tiff
By the way, the reference to Clark was my pet guinea pig who died when I was a child. I buried him in the yard by the back porch but a harsh flooding rain uncovered the shallow grave that I buried him in. Curiosity as I dug a deeper hole caused me to look inside to discover insects and maggots where my poor Clark once was. I was emotionally destroyed as this was my first lesson in death. I didn’t want the maggots and insects to “hurt” Clark’s body so I rinsed what remained of him with the water hose and put him in the trash can instead.
Hey! I was 8. It made sense at the time.
Interesting and kind of cute.