we can't always help what we are

Conscious Monster

"Do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused"- Benedict Spinoza

Heart is jumping through mouth open
A fish escaping a hoop of fire
To break the surface of waters cold
Embalm metal in leaves of gold

Controversy coats me
Preserving all I want to escape from
In the memorial chasm of time
Fear and pain, a sour rime

Unearthed memories bounce around
Carrying the weight of revelation
And all I forgot about breaks open
Many truths relayed, unspoken

Anaesthetised, flat on a table
Immune to signals, sparks
When deep within a fire raged
World of emotion locked up, caged.

Non-conformist, breaking through
Years of bricks built up by others
Silently smashing a tunnel out
Cementing pieces within grout

And though you try to brush it past,
Lose yourself in other worlds
You can't help the magnets of the heart
Feel the distance tear you apart

So I'm a scourge, hidden still
Insight burning through my mind
Feeling these eternal flames
Forever trapped within steel frames.

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 04:04

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Zachary P. B.
how i've missed reading you. you bring wisdom and life to these words..

excellence, z.

There is a poignant strength here in every single verse of this piece, Bravo!!!

Beautiful. Every stanza shouts "escape." And yet, you try and try, and you never break free of the image given to you by an oblivious and ignorant host.