by Kevin   Mar 30, 2006

In the Socio I logically,
am not,
without you and for you me,
and this me's not mine,
for I feel it by chance,
unlike touching these hands,
it's not like Family plans.

In the Sigh I call Ology....
everything is,
though not explaining anew,
just tagging as true,
and changing nothing people sing.
I still cry and offer apology.

So what's the use in concrete?
frail to be building such thoughtless towers,
dealing troubled bricks that foundations cheat,
we will our demons full of powers.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A very cleverly written piece, Kevin. Well done.

  • 6 years ago

    by Lori

    I really like this :) good job

  • 10 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Oh, I like this, Kevin! I belief I understand what you're meaning by this -- taking a look at sociology, psychology, maybe 'ologies' in general -- and how they mingle, differ, mayhap even distort and corrupt.

    If that's not what you intended, my apologies. But whether or not I'm getting it, I find it very amusing in a wry, perhaps even sardonic manner.

  • 10 years ago

    by Sherry Lynn

    This poem is one that many, including myself, have to read over and over again.

    That is what I love about poems with this type of depth and twist involved. No matter how many time you read or how you look at, you will always get something different the next time around.

    Kevin, you certainly are a complexed young mane and it is only fitting that your poetry be complex as well.

    This is actually a good thing as it will put many reader on their toes and make them use their minds.


  • 10 years ago

    by sara

    Great poem 5/5