4 Jun 2020

Delusion and make believe - a poem


Delusion and make believe – June 2020

We live in a land of make believe
And we try anything we can scarcely conceive
Not for deception, but for fear of rejection
as none we can do will trouble you.

And that is more than we bargained for
And nothing we'll find will blow our mind
In fact, any tale will let us rail
and none of our stuff is ever enough
as we will only think we had too much to drink
Or that such a joke will go up in smoke.

I have an obsession to make a digression
and add some fire to my poem’s satire

As I was out on a roundabout
to teach some geese on how to sneeze
and on my way I tried to say
how fine it was to make a pass
at a dame who thought I could be caught
between the man in the moon and the month of June

But none of these would her appease
when she set out to sow some doubt
to the truth of her plea to accompany me
at any time soon, whether night or noon
or at any time late to decide our fate

And that was when I took up my pen
to write these lines as early signs
that things may go wrong when we are not strong
to say what we mean without being obscene
and think what we might without provoking a fight

The rule of the place is to give people space
and not to impede their will to succeed
so that you and I might never cry
when things get absurd and people hurt

Not for the sake of any mistake
but only because people have flaws
or to play a game of hide and shame
if such is the grieve of make believe

And that is why we will give it a try
to see how deep reality lie
removed from our life and our daily strife.
But, hidden away from our moral decay
is a puerile refrain at the back of our brain
to remind us at last of things of the past

That our roots will not sway when all else give way
and that is my hope when things do go broke
In the end I will remain a child without shame
for no evil intents in social events

To brush things aside in stead of to hide
behind the fact that we are human in stead.
Let us play this game of blame and shame
while we refrain from saying our name
Knowing full well we have nothing to tell
Because things have gone south by the words of our mouth.

With the digression now over I can try to be sober
And return to my view that we start anew
And push make believe aside to reveal what we hide
Mediocrity is in and its boring like sin
and has no place in this time of disgrace
So join me to despise that which is not wise
till one day we find there’s people quite blind
Not able to see their mediocrity
and only knows that anything goes.

If you convince people to think that we're on the brink
in doesn’t care whatever they share
while their debatable art is a disgust from the start
thinking avante-garde will not let it be marred
by visions of hell too ghastly to tell
while it’s filled with sculls and bones without any groans
to make your cell a living hell

Maybe you think your life will end without any amend
but that is not how the world is now
You reap what you’ve sown plus something unknown
As life's court stands by to expose your lie
and you face your case in total disgrace

So in the end there's no letting past a heavenly cast
on the grounds of grace without hearing your case
Even then it's a close call to not let you fall
In the hands of the devil to make things level

Enough of Satan's truce which fueled our abuse
never thinking that we would be quite upset
if things went wild when we were a child
So pay up and frown and forget the crown
you were promised to wear if you continued to care
for yourself and your neighbour in all of your labour

It's too late now to count the unknown amount
you could have gained if you remained a saint
For it’s cried out in the street wherever you meet
That the world is wise and it’s hard to despise.

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