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The Human Condition Defined by Straw

Updated on November 14, 2014

To gaze upon the fallen snow,

pondering love, why, and war

twas then a moon beam blessed my face,

Mine eyes arise, fresh blood to taste.

Alas! A beast I am no more, picked by crows

the bones that bore,

flesh hath fallen,

revealed my core;

a wooden scarecrow,

humble, poor.

For with out blood, the beast will die.

With no straw the scarecrow lies.

Becomes an idol, nothing more.

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But none of this! It is abhorred!

As wings unfurrow like once before.

Slowly open obsidian eyes,

To scan the frost, moon and loss.

With time untied,

The birds abide,

Plucking strings out from his sides.

For when all’s perceived with objectivity’s eyes,

and if you question the possible lie,

There is no balance to be wrought.

Nothing but a shattered heart.

And so this husk shuffles on.

The wings corroded, the sight now gone.

Tho if some night you wander by a torn disheveled field of rye

and hold your ear up to the breeze, you may yet hear this creature wheeze,


“Where is the rest of me,”


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      \Brenda Scully 7 years ago

      lots of depth to these poems... enjoyed wondering where your inspiration is coming from

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      Stolas 7 years ago from Midwest

      thanks, i felt i had to post them both because i wrote the original (the bottom one) then sometime later re-wrote it, altho i really didn't like some of the alterations i felt it changed it sufficiently to be considered a twin poem...as for my insperation, that will remain a mystery for now :)

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      thanglynn07 7 years ago from Long Beach, CA

      wow. that was deep...I especially like these lines:

      For with out blood, the beast will die.

      And with no straw the scarecrow lies.

      Becomes an idol, nothing more,

      With no insides the purpose ignored

      It's a strong meaning, this particular beast is no longer a beast without blood, so...it's a dying beast...and a scarecrow, well, without straws then he is nothing. Unable to decieve or frighten unwanted visitors...As if they both render powerless without their "missing parts". Wow. I truly like your writing. It's dark...and I like dark poems...It just...speaks to me.

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      \Brenda Scully 7 years ago

      re read...... forgotten what my comments were the first time, but feel the same with all your poems, they are refreshingly good and different..... really make me want to know more, which is good..... maybe one day you might tell.

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      Stolas 7 years ago from Midwest

      thanglynn07 i am so glad you see my poetry, i really thought you would after reading yours.... your complements really make me smile cuz you write in a similar style, (not to say my giant grin is not because of all you wonderful people :P)

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      thanglynn07 7 years ago from Long Beach, CA

      Glad to hear...and the feelings are mutual...

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