10-28-2014, 05:40 AM
I looked for the meaning in the poem but I think it fell short of what you are trying to say. Your explanation of what the poem means should be the poem itself. I like the abstract imaginary but there is not enough of an image created to understand your meaning. Overall you do create some good images and you use language well.
A concrete fallacy plagues the youth, I like this start it is strong
forsaken bonds of brotherhood, not sure who? all youth?
steers its way up the crimson slough.
Layers, veiling the absolute,
the uprooting of stability
threaten to grab helm,
man against man,
man against nature, By mentioning all of these struggles I feel you add nothing
man against himself;
a timeless battle,
pitted against mountain and sea
sparring apparitions cloaked as warriors I like these two lines they do say a lot
weilding naught, but dreams of immortality
drop the malicious tyranny
disguised as eden, my youth.
the fallacies of man end in in blood, this is definite
for the absolute is tangible Unclear what you are referring to hear in this stance
and without need for veils
scribbled in history
there is a dream of recurrence
nobility, without persona, meets man I wish for more detail. where in history? What happened?
an everlasting truce,
creating infinity in the finite, ensues
this, my youth,
the palpable truth
A concrete fallacy plagues the youth, I like this start it is strong
forsaken bonds of brotherhood, not sure who? all youth?
steers its way up the crimson slough.
Layers, veiling the absolute,
the uprooting of stability
threaten to grab helm,
man against man,
man against nature, By mentioning all of these struggles I feel you add nothing
man against himself;
a timeless battle,
pitted against mountain and sea
sparring apparitions cloaked as warriors I like these two lines they do say a lot
weilding naught, but dreams of immortality
drop the malicious tyranny
disguised as eden, my youth.
the fallacies of man end in in blood, this is definite
for the absolute is tangible Unclear what you are referring to hear in this stance
and without need for veils
scribbled in history
there is a dream of recurrence
nobility, without persona, meets man I wish for more detail. where in history? What happened?
an everlasting truce,
creating infinity in the finite, ensues
this, my youth,
the palpable truth
"I asked him for mercy, he gave me a gun"

