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Prose - Tell Him

Updated on July 8, 2011

When what is false becomes truth
Everything he sees turns to dust
And he can no longer find creation

When he is found
Turning dust into gold
Tell him he will never know what he finds
He will never know what he finds

He thought for a day and no more
And believed his fantasy was real
But where was he was born?

The gold brightens his world
Blinding him to his gifts
Tell him what pleases him will never be found
It will never be found

A dreamer of his own choosing
He no longer has a friend
He cannot be touched by anyone

Unable to play the game
Or climb the golden staircase
Tell him his cradle will never be found
It will never be found

He can hear the calling
Even over human revelation
But he cannot grasp the hand of truth

Waiting for the dream to reveal
The eyes of believers burn
Tell him what he feels is real
What he feels is real

When you cannot understand
You are free from sense
The confusion brings calm
To a world that will never be
A world that will never be

As his soul cries for meaning
The shadow of man is stronger
And his heart can no longer win

As the dust remains
His madness has been answered
Tell him only he can see
Only he can see


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    • The Suburban Poet profile image

      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Hey man... you're on a roll with all the poetic comments! You ought to be a level VIII communicator if you're not already! Thanks for commenting. I have a friend or two who privately said WTF? when they read this... I'm glad you liked it and "get it." This one can be read in blocks and can mean what you want it to mean but disillusionment is there...

    • Micky Dee profile image

      Micky Dee 6 years ago

      Life gets rough,

      The path gets gnarly,

      And all that glitters,

      Ain't a Harley.

      Keep the shiny side up,

      The rubber down,

      Treat your brother and sister right,

      You'll be coming back around.