CONFESSION IV - Arrogant Bastards
While writing this book, there persisted a hounding (from heaven) conviction for appropriate self-condemning in addition to contending, confessing as well condemning of others, Oddly yet rightly, this poem serves the purpose quite well. When first drafting the verse with a smirk on face and sting of truth on the rocks, intentions were of course more satirical thus less actual. Nonetheless, God used time to methodically, pointedly, applicably reverse the effect. So as originally noted, quoted and composed for the book Commentaries of an American Poet (Jan 2007)…
Note:
While listening to Green Day’s American Idiot CD, written on 27 October 2005.
Note:
While listening to Green Day’s American Idiot CD, written on 27 October 2005.
There is a great amount of poetry within
unconscious fastidiousness.
Marianne Moore (1887-1972)
Poets are arrogant bastards, opportunistic romantics
Whining, sniveling, pining, reminiscing, proselyting
As though patrons hesitate on every verb and adverb
Adjectively alienable yet solitarily co-dependent
To the psycho-babble bullshit immersed in the egoism
Permeating the intellect, where the sub-consciousness
Lose identities, conjunctional collisions of non-beings
Where Parmenides’ one becomes elusively ostensible
Or is it so, the shrouded consciousness joins hip-to-hip
To ancestral continuity inheriting both sins and blessings
A trough of self-exaltation, a horn of plenteous conceit
Hence, wise is the stoic silence of the indigenous
Wake me up…when humility rains upon the parade
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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
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