User:Joe Copp/Poems

Recently, I've been inspired to write some poems, though I can't quite put my finger on why. I've no other place to put them, so here they are. Please don't steal them.

Make No Mistake
How queer it is, our social stance,

that we might be biased against ourselves,

but make no mistake, friend;

our erroneous ways are heavier than they seem.

Those that falter and trip over themselves

are seen as fools, not teachers or mentors;

and the inevitable unwillingness to accept such fault

leaves our peers starved of experience.

Surely our teachers can express perfection:

that is what they argue.

But what sort of perfect teacher is disgusted by his own mistakes,

and learns not from them?

That is what I argue.

Inappropriate actions abound assure the poin;

our peers and teachers and parents and leaders

and all those we look to

their mistakes are virtues

and yet, we disregard their gracious knowledge, and for what?

For these are lessons of a greater good,

and we would do well to live by them.

A Realm of Dreams and Dispair
Accessed by all, used by every one soul,

its fibers maintained by the morality of its occupants,

the shadow of its realm dawdles on,

ever growing, ever shaping, ever changing,

the world over in its hands.

Denizens of the place of all places,

an eternity of knowledge and hate at their fingertips,

strive toward nothing,

and nothing towards them;

because what would a dream be,

without some tangible idea?

A falsehood of pleasure and a spark of hope,

spiralling quaintly into the midst of inspiration.

The entity grows nonetheless steadily,

consuming all that piques the mind,

yet we do nothing to stop it,

for we fear losing our pride,

but since its power only promotes that which is inside,

is it not fair to call such and idea arrogant?

The folds of this reality we hold true,

in relation to its monsterous hunger,

are only mutiplied and magnified,

not defeated or destroyed,

and nonwithstanding criticism aside,

we will regard it as a permanent integration.

What we acquire from it may harm us,

that much holds true;

but incessantly we are reminded that without it,

we are left with no momentum.

No, I rather think I will favor my current method,

and I will leave such a debacle to those who do not embrace it,

as do I.