Shaking, Liabilities, and Becoming Disillusioned
A few more poems
Shaking
I'm feeling so wretched my skin will soon tear
all the ashes are hopes that we share
piling upon all the burdens we bare
head in the ground and feet in the air.
Left myself loaded like dice of a cheat
reckoned with secrets no choice but to keep.
Ordered to hold fast I long for retreat
settle my pulse then shake like a leaf.
Liabilities
Living like a liability
dying like a flame
plausible deniability
and morals aren't the same
so when you talk you'll condescend
deny you know my name
but I suppose I'd rather play pretend
and love you all the same.
Becoming Disillusioned
Relevant reliquaries and sensible seminaries
educate the masses to perceive
honorable heretics tolerating terrorist
burning down those things which do not please.
Fancify these foibles solid as the soil grows
over those planted to their knees.
Building only Byzantine disillusioned and divine
warm just like a wolf in winter fleece.
About the Creator
Blake Capps
I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.
Comments (1)
To play pretend… not just for children. We all do it on a regular basis.