Your ship has sailed

[N.W.Alexander]

Since my youth I have been
led astray
nurtured from synthetic truth
from my very first day

Taught to see the world
through binoculars
so I would miss whats right in front of my
face

"no, no, no child that's
just an excuse" they
explain

as they sit and stare
at dancing molecules
performing aimlessly in
the air

subconsciously the mask
of majority they all so easily
wear

asking questions
about everything except
the truth such a taboo,
they wouldn't dare

for they would be forced
to find themselves
the small part they
hid away and
didn't share

and once there
they can only stare

deep and hard

trembling
knowing that the door to their soul has
been unbarred

their mortal reputation eternally scarred

mind aching
while there desperate
eyes search out
a piece of themselves that
has yet to be charred

but its to late the ship
has long been at
sea
its destination is permanent
and by now there is no
way for me to
rescue thee

[free]

I see this poem as a little revolt against rationality, what, in the world of reason, is called “reality”. Casual rhymes, seem to be really casual - appear, occur on their own, showing the leadership of unconsciousness and its intention to grid at the “real”, formed at the field of consciousness. I like it.

[Buh4Bee]

I've read both your poems and you seem to write from a very raw place; I like that level of honesty .

[Hawkman]

I like this and it communicates its message very well, showing how we build walls around ourselves and construct an image of our own persona which we project to conceal our darkest secrets. thanks.

[N.W.Alexander]

Thank you

[Bar22do]

Since my youth I have been
led astray
nurtured from synthetic truth
from my very first day

Taught to see the world
through binoculars
so I would miss whats right in front of my
face

"no, no, no child that's
just an excuse" they
explain

as they sit and stare
at dancing molecules
performing aimlessly in
the air

subconsciously the mask
of majority they all so easily
wear

asking questions
about everything except
the truth such a taboo,
they wouldn't dare

for they would be forced
to find themselves
the small part they
hid away and
didn't share

and once there
they can only stare

deep and hard

trembling
knowing that the door to their soul has
been unbarred

their mortal reputation eternally scarred

mind aching
while there desperate
eyes search out
a piece of themselves that
has yet to be charred

but its to late the ship
has long been at
sea
its destination is permanent
and by now there is no
way for me to
rescue thee

We tend to forget our inmost riches.... ah.
I love your poem very much, its spontaneous tone, its verses' freedom, it's really well written (just pls see little typos)...
I disagree with your conclusion though, if I may, for I so strongly believe - pls forgive me - that
"there is always way for me to rescue thee"!
A new day is a new life offered, and however difficult it seems to un-bury whatever is really us, it's possible and even not so hard once we set ourselves to do it, to manifest our own (retrieved) will power beyond what has "shaped" us while trampling on our essence... IMO.
Thanks for your good poem, and warm regards to you - Bar

[N.W.Alexander]

wow thank you, Please feel free to say whatever strikes you upon reading my poems whether pro or con. I appreciate it all, having said that I do agree with you on an idealistic level of thinking. For hope is sunshine to the soul. Also I apologize for the typos but I don't see them if you could point them out ? Thanks
- Nick