Tarred with the Dumb Stick

Tarred with the Dumb Stick
Tarred with the Dumb Stick

If it weren’t for the echoes of my own voice
coming back to remind me,
I’d languish in the lulling sentiments
of those few around me
who with blinkered vision inform me
of the folly of my plans.

Yet no plans surround me,
each moment filled with equity,
as I rally all my patience
in the embrace of all my truths,
and rely on few to compromise the ruse
of many lives, living with their lies.

Trust is something long lost,
not because of deceit or malice
but because people’s ability to understand
is limited by their view,
so their helpful advice is moot,
and trust I cannot offer.

But a few understand,
and share their minds secrets,
but most have no idea,
and sincerely their statements austere
within the knowledge that they hold,
so I cannot at all divulge.

I am an island, surrounded by helping hands,
yet on this island they cannot help
for they just don’t understand,
and in my sharing, I can but scratch the surface,
for any more would I lose them completely,
struggling as they are.

So few of us left, alone,
and flailing in the earthly pace of regaling
all the answers that are known,
instead I watch with misery the masses try to attune,
when all they do is be distracted,
look for simple ways to lose.

Those echoes are neither comforting nor any relief,
to hear my own words repeat,
but from whom do I expect to learn,
to hear and discern more,
when most are just struggling in the poverty of their minds,
dumbfounded and distracted from the light,
ever-dull and not so bright.

I cannot be mean and offer nothing,
so I challenge thoughts and paths to better,
but its taken all for granted,
because humans are so arrogantly supported by their ego,
and principles are stood the test of time,
regardless of the epiphanies.

Limits like chains abound minds,
and belief the measure of reality’s state,
not truth to sate, but whether or not it is accepted,
determines what’s not rejected outright,
when revelations beckon a slow-evolving consciousness,
as human kind is somewhat slow.

Tony DeLorger © 2018

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

2 thoughts on “Tarred with the Dumb Stick

  • July 21, 2018 at 2:06 AM
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    Just be who you are and let writing flow as it must. If they don’t understand, let it be. You are an enigma, so be it. 🙂 Take care and love your island.

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