Of Humblers and Mumblers

I am humbled as I stumble
Stumbling is nothing more than falling
Just another way to fall down on your knees
At first I thought it wasn't me
I thought it was just a sanity, or fragmented reality
At first my thoughts were less insane
And the people around me seems so strange
Talking squawking saying words under their breath
And not thinking much about it
Sometimes I thought they were conspiring
Thought that they were planning my death
I realized I was her noise but then
I would ask only speak up clearly they would mumble
Whenever I asked someone to speak
So I could hear what it was really they were saying
They would make something up like they pretended to fear me
But would not come near me
So I thought they didn't know what was really going on
I signed them on and on as if and if
I thought that I didn't know what was going on
In properties for divine consciousness
Star danced so long that I thought I would start to come along
As I heard the gong
But soon I realized I was thrown into a game
That was happier then lame yet still the same
No sooner had I realized I was thrown into this game
I had to question what I was playing
The rewards were clear
They were knowledge, fortune, magic, fame and living in infamy
But the price for failure was so great that rolled the dice
And the wish to escape this place was rising
From what I've known of such simplicity
As well as unable to create a new reality
Instinctively I learned to change the rules
I said hyper hybrid incarnated without the tools
Psychically I knew I had to play for me
Because this game was moving forward and I play for keeps
It was a game played by manipulators and traders of fools
And liars and cools and kids after school
All my life all my experience was just one axis bold as love
On vacation on a quest for not
As I waited for the words that would announce the winners name
Following the end game
I realize I was but a welcome guest
Around me all the mumblers just carry away baggage
The stumbling is really nothing more than just another game
You learn to play
You realize everything is crumbling around and away
As evolution has its way with you
The deified heartfelt vanity has people all around you
Who seem to talk under their breath with words
But so low that you can hardly hear the message stumble
Whispering as they mumble
Their words are like a buzzing bees
Psychic through the wicked tree
For I am not that which they see as me
To be words are words which they say is me
On a vacation on a quest
I am a welcome guest
As I listen to them wonder
I am the humbler of mumblers

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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

I like your poem blake4d, it's got a catchy rhythm, and clever play on sounds, I humbly mumble. Regards, snakeslane


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blake4d 4 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings Author

Thanx SL. Appreciate your kind words of praise. Keep on Hubbing. Blake4d


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Poetic Muse 4 years ago from Lucerne Valley, CA, USA

I think it would be good for me to read more poetry so I started with yours. And I would like to hear this read out loud. I think it would carry even more weight that way. Have you thought of making videos of your poetry?


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

I humbly bow to you. Nicely done.


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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Good Work. Don't fully understand, but then that is not primarily what poetry is about, is it? (If we are after clear linear exposition and complete understanding, we look for a prose essay.) But I like the images and the rhythm, the sonorous repetition of certain sounds gives a sense of movement, both intriguing and compelling.


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blake4d 4 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings Author

Thanx again, boy you are my newest number one fan for a day. LOL Keep on Hubbing PHD

Blake4d


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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

LOL I tend to read, write, and respond in little frenetic bursts. The winter semester is about to start and I will be overwhelmed by the demands of writing lectures and grading papers, so I am trying to spend as much time on HP as possible, before I have to cut way back :)


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blake4d 4 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings Author

Thanx phdast7, your words are too kind. Keep on Hubbing. Blake4d

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