It's Just Talk

The stone upon which I graze
Rumbles under the strain of being asked to be what it cannot
I’m so tired
I can’t decide if I should be a man or a violet
The many moods of a soul search
Is like a record that skips with no audience
Motion without progress with no end
And in the repetition it fails to see what has become obvious
The nature of man is as varied as the garden he tills
And in the pursuit of his destiny he cannot remain an island
For what can a man save if he laughs at all that God has made?
Yet if he considers the varnish of anything but his own mind
Then he has lost everything to mysteries of measured reason
Without a feeling of unconscious consciousness
And with substituted observed phenomena of movement all around
He screams at the rock that erodes under his hopelessness
It doesn’t feel good to be on your own
There is no longer a day to ponder this kind of question
But what man can lead and at the same time be in need?
Only a man who can be passive and violent in the same expression
You smile
While the bullets of manhood are shot until the smoke vanishes
You hurt
While the petals of purple passion dreamscapes peel off the bandages
You go
While the past floods into the memory of a future that may never arrive
You wonder
While you see what carried you was not your greatness but God’s desire to keep you alive


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

This profundity will require more time to fully assimilate, if that's even possible.

You've said some extremely meaningful things in this peek inside your soul. I'm amazed, Mark.


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Hi Nellieanna - Thank you so much for this comment. You flatter me too much. It's an honor to hear that from you...


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

My pleasure!


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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

i'll just read while you write...


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Raciniwa - All I can say is you make me smile. I just reread this and thought, "What the hell?" Ha... I get in a mood and go with something and it rolls right out. Thank you for all your comments tonight. I'd forgotten this one already and you brought it back to me...

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