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• Artist: Cottoncandyocbra3
• Description: Something I hope provokes thought
• Date: 03/11/2009
• Tags: title

What's in a word? Just another title that you've heard

A name or calling, all of these caustic terms are falling

Inside your hindsight, too bad it had never been so bright

These labels we have made, into the dusk it shall eventually fade

Another pathetic human invention to serve the self and promote the selfish

These symbols and words, writings and furtive judgments will not do

Hammer it all into place whether it fits or not, Doesn't really matter to you

Within your victimizing eyes, smashing it all so jagged and hellish

The invisible sacraments of supposed introspection

These pretty little phrases and sayings played out by rote

Are nothing more than a hate mongering tool of castigation

What you hold dear, fascist sonatas memorized note for note

Simply a broken categorization, possessive defamation of reality

Your words and slings and slurs are naught but a joke to me

Overwrought communication formal grunting in desperation

Owing up to the false pretense of piteous verbal conflagration

The conjured illusion of written thought drive the seclusion of what you've got

All a way to say

This is mine, not yours, I'm fine without you here, just steer clear, of what I own and this my home, Castle in my head, but all this pain is mine to gain what I possess is surely the best for me. Don't you see? It's for the acquisition of material things and to shove away the connected existence, resisted and without assistance. For all I want is mine for me, outside my yard I cannot see, blind to the world and my end, too. When I die what will I do? all that I steal, borrow or gain when I'm gone will here remain.

Because possession doesn't belong within the confines of the real

It doesn't make it yours if all you can do is feel

The insane notion of ownership excludes the imperative "to be"

All things exist as they are and aren't "owned" by you or me.

Society would have you believe that tings in life are guaranteed

Nothing is so secure and as such everything is infinitely freed.

Comments

[Cottoncandyocbra3]

This is not an attack against capitalism, per se. I still think your traditionalist views on poetry are a bit blinded. All forms of art have been used to attack and rant. Look at Animal Farm. What was his masterpiece but a guise attack at Russian Communism?

[Mud99]

Quite the thought provoker indeed Alitare my friend. 4/5

[Casca 7]

Yes, the word is an interesting concept. It echoes Shakespeare's "what is a name." This sounds like it's more to be an attack against capitalism if anything. It still sounds like a rant, which you need to work on. The way the words flow still seems forced in some areas too. You might want to write a few poems with strict meter, just to get some patterns in your head that you can use in your writing to make them flow easier.