architecture between the mob and liminal
control was the lie and the cross
someone said it was good once upon a time
the intention looked like the best
before it got away from us and drew breath alone
after what happened on the bridge
when they were done playing but that fire stayed lit
told to play in traffic
precipitous and twisted are their faces
spun the wrong way if nobody seems to answer
but the house is totally lit
rainbows come from some thunderstorms
natural forces for the glorified humanatic
strong, irreversible, and silent
can't force greatness or ambitions
never forget it.
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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Comments (1)
Wow! I love this somewhat fragmented postmodern style of poetry. This is very good and it really says a lot about an intentions and the fallout of what we try to accomplish along the way. I like how you say that natural forces can reshape us quietly yet permanently. There is so much truth in that statement. Life has a way of molding us into the person we are, our beliefs our ethics our morals. The moral of this story/poem is strong in that you can’t manufacture or force greatness. My take away is that greatness is earned not forced. Excellent work, Jason!