MISTREL

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    MISTREL




                    No one will ever really know-
                             the feelings I let go..
                    For all to see, to look upon me-
                        My face naked as one could be...

                    Others think it to be abstruse-
                             but- its all the misanthropy
                                       that has evolved me..

                    It offers me comfort-
                             not to be so wrenched..
                    They speculate..
                    They conclude..
                             it's just caustic stench-

                    On the contrary..
                             I've never seen more clearly-
                    I amuse myself to watch them..
                             spend their time so un-dearly-

                    I just see what is tainted- 
                             and a waist of time...
                    While others spend years-
                             in selfish despondant circles confined..

                    I am free of such hypocrisy..
                            that they say are benevolent 'tries'..
                    When their ultermotives..
                            are their lives defined..

                    They realize I'm all too aware of their ways-
                       I have no reverence..
                            to sink into their sophism plays..
                     Seemingly frustrated...
                            that they're left disarray-

                     Sickening they are..
                            they're so conditioned to live
                                      such uneventful lives..

                     I hope we see an end..
                           to this social- stigma trend...

                     I settle for no one-
                           and shed myself of the rest..
                               of all that conform to idiocy at its best-

                     I am bare to the rest..
                          BUT..I am sheltered by this
                                          beat in my chest....

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    Artie commented on MISTREL

    06-30-2009

    I love this poem. One of my new favorites. It seems that you and I share a similar dislike. 10 from me.

    Hampton commented on MISTREL

    06-28-2009

    My interpretation of this writing is of one drawing ever inward in order to escape the eyes of those that waste their lives on meaningless meanderings.

    Amare13

    06/29/2009

    Hey..well that's it.. in a nutshell-I believe you know ...It's so nice to hear from ya..Talk to you soon. Amare

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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