The Unarmed Gentleman

cjs19

Any thought's comments appreciated.

The Unarmed Gentleman

Nothing in that soft hades bar spoke of honesty,
Shapes and figures danced and cackled,
Yet knowledge of what was far seem'd close to me,
Lofty empathy, fuzzed and crackled

A maiden, that once was all solutions,
Would ne'er place her hand on me,
In fear of contagious destitution,
And what could, would not, obtain or see

A jisty, jocular, jovial gent,
A verity in flesh,
Would ardently his vigour vent,
Beneath the smoky mesh,

Up, up, absent this lowly tone,
And caution to the air be thrown,
Up, up, ascend, abscond this path,
Leave all in contemplative wrath,

His features carved in noble ivory,
Two moon-pools awed his nose,
A pure face wreath’d with whist’s of apathy,
Rueful scenes sewn across his clothes

How came he to be appointed thus,
Forc'd far into an altered vista,
Disjoint from unawaring fuss,
Servant of his teaser,

So now by night’s unerring wince,
The rider came in gallop’d haste,
Our gent alone could ne'er glimpse,
The swipe to cause the blood to taste,

And fell’d upon the vine stain’d floor,
Incapable two cross struck,
Muted in his cry, no more!
The insane Dacian sunk.

No plant to heal, just strive to dull,
The sorrow of a souls lament,
What cup exclaimed its content full,
When all elixir'd slowly spent,

Retreat, retreat! The sirens called,
The order from inside the cloak,
The remnants of a life now malled,
The juices vultur’d sun viled soak,

Now all had gone, the arid land,
Provided all the earth disliked,
Pot bellied dunes of choking sand,
Caked all that will'd itself to life,

Our gent upon one mound did lie,
Alone beneath the heavens,
Yet closer to the underworld,
He knew not why his penance,

Yet down he tread onto the plain,
To cast his mind asunder,
To scream defiance at the pain,
Still all was soon to plunder,

For there upon the eddyd rocks,
Etched godlike in its surface,
A passage to a void did drop,
Spout venom from its furnance,

No cause but what attractd him,
Foul air uptook the crevic'd sky,
His sight, his mind, to dark and dim,
The socket marred to steal the eye,

Descending on a mercy’s whim,
For hope will maybe salvage,
The good amid the foggy grim,
Came slow and thus disparraged,

So tresspassd in an empty state,
The gent did muster courage,
The meaning would his cause debate,
Alone would he be sure of,

No mind alone, does have strength drawn
To alter what the lords have built,
To reason must its plight succumb,
Yet wrought with troubl’d haughty guilt.

Betray’d time moves slowly in reverse,
Still sometimes; maybe never,
No chance for life to re-rehearse,
Avail or be the server,

A page, a joke between the court,
For all but ones own pleasure,
A failed attempt within the sport,
Where all vain forces measure.

NoDayBut2Day

I liked the rhyming. I think it was used well so that the verses flowed. Thanks for sharing...

Le Rack

it's soo long!

Great control of the language and vibe, good stuff!

Shad0r

I really enjoyed the first half of this poem. I'll come back to the second half later on tonight when I get home...

Phat Chance

I love that, the sort of 'epic' feel to it. It is a tad long (hence, epic ) but still I love the structure of it.

cjs19

Thanks for the comments guys, theyre encouraging, took me a while to decide whether to post it. It's slightly dark and much of the subtext may be offensive, but then again whats the point if you cant challenge ideas. Cheers