Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Fools
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MEL-. This poem is about fools who see things only on the surface, and just simply follow the crowd, without bothering about the truth, and what really lies beneath

The ice breaks, tattered and torn,
Detached ashes blow out the smoke.
Somewhere a little town starts to fade,
For it was so small, barely the size of a grape,
Liars reigned and failures enthused,
Dozens of workers resigned;
"O! The devastating news!"

For beyond the town, pastures laid.
Some fools hid beneath a tree, mismatched,
For shelter from the breeze which blazed
and an escape from the ashes,
Detached.

All they saw were the fleshes that melted away,
From isolated corpses.
And the bruises, the disgusting scars which turned their stomachs,
Maligning the ghosts in which they endorsed in.
The body-the discarded, the bones long gone.
Smothered in the ugly forensics,
The apathy, the stupidity,
And hearts long worn.

Dressed in dark cloaks with hidden pockets-
They never delved into.
Adorned with expensive jewelleries,
They never much fancied, but followed up with,
If they would, they could just undo,
The many holes which alleviate,
The countless faults of the tailor,
But no,

For that corpse I once told of,
Was hung from a tree,
The tree they sheltered from,
From which they hid from the breeze,

The breeze, ah it howled so bad, to the other side,
The other side beyond the pastures, the greenery of facade,
The little town which started to fade,
Ceasing to be missed,
Yet with honors much boasted about,
But no one cared to dismiss.

This senseless masquerade,
innocent souls shunned,
For fools will always be dressed in dark cloaks with many pockets,
With holes that alleviate, and no one to mend.
These fools are hiding beneath a tree! O! A tree to hide from the breeze.
So many jewelleries adorn they, never liked but followed up on.

And the end justifies the means, so it seems,
The corpses decompose, they start to rot,
But no one cares, all they see,
Are the disgusting scars,
The body-the discarded;
the bones, long gone
They doubt with a meaningful disgrace.

9:55 AM

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