Sometimes blinders provide the focus we lack.

I have been all but lost in the lacy nothings of nevermind

What have I to show to provide as a sign?

Nothing of importance

I am a daft genius lost in the dullards tattered clothes

I am the feces smeared across the petals of a rose

I am the statistical and sadly whimsical words

Apologetically offered to you from behind those

who

shield the cowards from the truth

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  • Bluemimosa on Aug 6, 2010

    ur poem is really touchy
    “I am the statistical and sadly whimsical words”:)
    5 stars to ur wonderful poem

  • Masonlu on Aug 6, 2010

    beautiful

  • Masonlu on Aug 6, 2010

    It’s beautiful!

  • Tina Cassello on Aug 7, 2010

    This is very nice.

  • webseowriters on Aug 7, 2010

    worth reading

  • Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Oct 12, 2010

    Thank you guys., I sadly didn’t realize someone commented on this poem so clearly the reason I am just now responding.

    Triond should have some way of letting me know when I get a new comment on a piece whether an older piece or a newer one.

    Thanks to all of you for your kind words.

    J.

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