Poem -
How I Live
Come to my house and see how I live
I am not given to creating illusion, a faux pas
Nor facade
I bid you welcome, freely I give
I offer sanctuary from curiosity
The authentic from the fraud
Enter in what lies therein and let your eyes take
I am not given to sloth or negligence, immaculate is this abode of order
Mystery does a dark tale make
See stories on the picture walls
Feast on my disorder
Leave my house, a castle you must proclaim
I am not given to revelations, to advertise what is sold
For blood was bought
My heart bleeds for lowly fame
Who will know how I live is war
I have always fought...
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Comments
Wow!! MICHAEL!!.... what a great read that was.....I felt like I was being invited into some 'way cool' castle or something!!..... with some outstanding phrasing, some of which, I found totally enigmatic!!..... Like this one ~
~ "Feast on my disorder..."
That stood 'way out' in my opinion.... and left me actually wanting to go visit this place you've created!!.......ALL STARS!!...... well done dear poet brother!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✴❤
Thank you, Tony! For your feedback and enthusiasm. Yes 'Feast on my disorder' is the hook of this piece. The second verse talks about cleanliness, being "immaculate". Then I present mystery to the visitor, showing pictures on the walls and I let them wonder.
Thanks for reading, brother poet. Peace!