Table Circle
Wide eye’s
Heads filled with their next reply
Eager tongues ready to spring forth
the next great quandary of philosophy.
Verse after verse souls poured out
through ink onto paper.
The trees died for this art.
Formulated answers at the ready
Rolodex of opinions based on ones
assumptions of fact
Emotional response has no bearing
Deal only in anger and rebuttal
Table circle
Open books of excreted pain
put into phrases of profound self discovery
Communion of phrase and word
washed down with the occasional
rhyme and coffee
Table Circle
Perry and thrust the inevitable
disagreements,
Literary coup’s run rampant
Tearing down all the Idols
One must tear it down before it
can be rebuilt
Destroy all the Cliches
Beat the rhythm fresh
wipe clean the after birth and
Let it breath
Table Circle
Tears fall from empathic listeners but
were they listening to you’re words or
their memory’s
A trail mix a potpourri of faces line the tables
with their glasses half full of your soul
Who will drink, and Who will waste it
Your knowledge of vocabulary paints a vision
of your face behind the mask
The you that has died a thousand times
When that same vocabulary was thrust at you
Table Circle
Illuminated by candles and stars
did I give them enough?
Tear’s weep out of you soul
Will they, can they understand
Pools of rancid water stand limpid
The left overs of the City’s weeping
Did we understand?
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Thatz awesome.. :)
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Oh yeah, you rock.
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