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I Believe You Can Believe
by Charlie Morgan
I Believe You Can Believe
The world is braille but were not all blind,
so we find false-truth in eyesight aimed
at cathode ray tubes, boxes filled with lies,
opiates for the masses, salve for the pain of life.
Thirsty, the human soul still seeks recrudescence
in sundry ways for relief from the daily erosion
of hopes, dreams and aspirations extant from childhood
yet languishing still in our pulsing veins of need.
Trudging like dying soldiers in the mud of a lost war,
our pain-filled, cryptic faces are Medussas of Death
while vestiges of Sanity outmaneuver Reason
as we die sated on the beach of Faith.
Charlie R. Morgan 04-02-02
04/02/2003 Posted on 04/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 04/02/03 at 02:39 PM it's so thick, i had to read it again... but i like for exactly that reason:) good read:) |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 10/28/04 at 07:14 PM Excellent in every respect :) Beautiful work.. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/30/05 at 12:02 PM A poignant and fatalistic view of the human conditon. Strongly, very symbolically stated. Thought provoking. (Dying in Faith, at least from a Christian perspective, is to die in hope of a far better Eternal Life.) |
| Posted by Mark Maxey on 10/13/05 at 07:33 PM Thirsty, the human soul still seeks recrudescence
yeah...the human soul does seek truth out of the box type...right on
good writing my friend
thanks for your comments too
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