People Mature into Mirages

I am,
Shakespeare in a world of imposters,
All the fakes I’ve come to hate,
Are words I must foster,
Into life.
Into light.

It’s a handful, reading this Braille to the masses
A landfill of opinions that I’ve put into caskets
And I will never mask it, with a flag or color.
I’ll wait for the reprise of life
Into summer.

Soapbox impressions, botox expressions,
shadows causing inflection.

Children of the corn; a pilgrim of the norm,
Scorning the mourning which takes place
After the storm.
After the war.

A glinting detection, a squinting erection
Of the sundial playing God in a dialogue
Of regression.

A child smiles, says,
“People mature into mirages, collages,
mosaics of the Ancients. Wait patient,
sunrise will make truth blatant, as
we stand vacant to belief.”

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I'll edit in some links soon.

This was tight......i'll give it a 6/10...don't be discouraged by that though thiss had plenty qoutables man:
I am,
Shakespeare in a world of imposters,
All the fakes I’ve come to hate,
Are words I must foster,
thats Fire right there...also:
A child smiles, says,
“People mature into mirages, collages,
mosaics of the Ancients. Wait patient,
sunrise will make truth blatant, as
we stand vacant to belief.”

That was very original

dude, 6 out of 10 is hella weak, this had some of the most deadly line's i've seen in years. "It’s a handful, reading this Braille to the masses" I want to nominate that line for legends, it stands above this entire poem, it's witty, smart and you follow it up so nice. i like the allusions to war before you even mention, caskets with flags, paints a very good picture.. it's interesting reading this right after reading the last poem from you because your flow is so different, this one is more fluid - more traditional in a sense, but completely original in the way you rhyme the internals. i like it, a lot. you're quickly becoming one of my favorite writers on this site, i should have visited this forum more often. great work.

this was just magnificent man... this was a well written piece that had all the components of a nice read and kept me interested through out man from start to finish bruh this was great... the opener was just placed well in... much much detail yet still kinda curious....well written man... and the other dude who dropped feed besides jev was wack...lmfao 6/10? gay this i smore like a 9/10 to 10/10 man... lmfao... but un.. definately a nice read... i just got back into RB and seeing this as my first wread from someone in a while man was great dude you brought a nice smile out my face to see that talent of writing is still reigning in from people contributing to such pieces man... nice job man props on this one.

Unspoken = ...Luke?

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Soapbox impressions, botox expressions,

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Ah, that sounded so good in my head I had to say it aloud a couple of times. I'd like to know just what that stanza contributed, though.

Well, this felt more like a mish mash of ideas, than something with a fluent message - although it adheres to a couple of themes - but maybe it's just too cryptic for my tastes. You seemed to be hinting that, the brighter day after the storm (the peace after the war... that metaphor was rather obvious but maybe there is more to it), would/could wash away the bad thoughts - the confusion of the memories of the "storm" - and things would be clearer in hindsight. Right? And the part about not masking caskets with flags and colours was indicative of your belief that every life is precious, even in war. Every casualty is a loss to humanity and nationalism/patriotism only serves to muddy the issue.

...I'm starting to ramble, but I guess that's what you want people to do, when you write a poem like this. Anyway, fascinating read, keep it up, whoever you are.

Oh, also, when you said pilgrim, I thought of John Wayne. Don't know if that was intended.

The first stanza says it all really. Thanks for the feed.