Are there rules in this world
That say an enemy is an enemy
But a friend mighty just be the same
I fear age and time, circumstances
Turn more friends to the dark side
To the dark side of desire
Greed has an eye so green it radiates
It raptures the serenity of our co-existence
How can I afford a trust so dear
To allow a weakness a' vulnerability into my realm
To open up my house to
Alibaba and the 40 thieves
Even uncle Sam has now adopted
A sense of paranoia, best if I know
Best if I know what you are thinking
"Me old friend", and not by your own admission
Trust is obsolete to the status quo
Who needs burn marks to affirm suspicions
I might have to strip search you
And prod your mind, add a lie detector test
Just to be sure I know your intentions
And even with that I would not call it trust
I appreciate the honesty of an enemy
The trust of his/her intentions so pure
Oh but a friend brings worrying thoughts
Dandelions of would he stub me would he not
Who killed Caesar rings bills of trauma
No enemy known got so close to Rome
Losing friends, making enemies
Living happily ever after, don't sweat it
I came across your blog through a poetry group on Facebook, and I really just wanted to take a moment to tell you that I very much appreciate your poetic talent. You seem to write much like I do. Philosophy and emotion turned to prose. And I love the integrity and honesty of it as well. You have great skill as a writer. Please don't ever stop.
ReplyDelete~Kaylie
Raw emotions.
ReplyDeleteThis is an outstanding poem of observation, and one that I completely understand from the platform of what I observe daily! Love this!
ReplyDeleteOne line that stands out especially for me is "Trust is obsolete to the status quo
Who needs burn marks to affirm suspicions".
So true....with all the technology at our fingertips (literally) we've lost our trust of intuition and our 'human-ness".
Great poem!
The honesty of an enemy - appreciated for its purity... love that concept and will have to ponder it. Also liked Rick's comment highlighted above.
ReplyDeleteYou make one think when reading your poetry! :)
how well can you really know someone
ReplyDeletewhen all you know may very well be an illusion
the mind jogs, jigs and reels
Great write
Thought-provoking piece...excellent as always...
ReplyDeleteAlas, Uncle Sam has indeed surrendered to paranoia once again.
ReplyDeletefrom a painting of another time comes a poem of now very relevant
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