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in the presence of nobody

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in the presence of nobody

great things forgotten
sacrificed to the attic of time,
inventions rusted into an obsolete...
good deeds with time, dullen, turn mad
on the canvas of the modern eye...

brittle flowers in a cracked vase
monet into dali
life's burr turns upon itself...bleed...outcaste...

when eating becomes meaningless exhibition
we need 
for somebody to look us in the eye and say
that wasn't so great-been done before... 
show me something with sparkling honesty
give it to me from the heart of the heart
just the sponge cake-no strawberries and cream

not so great things are forgotten
tossed into the attic
to mingle with great things forgotten
in the attic of time and truth....
{time always tells the truth}
to spawn mediocrity in the presence of nobody
where eating becomes spectacular again!


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  1. Date: 9/25/2012 1:23:00 PM

    i really like this poem :)

  1. Date: 5/7/2012 10:24:00 AM

    This has abundance of sparkling honesty...Awesome Anthony, It s wow poem for sure xx Hugs

  1. Date: 5/3/2012 7:31:00 PM

    WHOA!! Very awesome! The "Monet to Dali" line got me and THEN!!! from the heart, baby, from the heart... Thank you, namaste~N

  1. Date: 5/2/2012 8:03:00 PM

    ya gotta be very careful in the delivery of all that sparkling honesty (always for the best) it can at times feel like sandpaper. Hugs, catie :)

    Lindsey Avatar Catie Lindsey Date: 5/2/2012 10:29:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I don't mean you, Anthony, you have a tender heart. I mean a person needs to be gentle with the truth, because it may seem like sandpaper to you. hugs, Catie :)