Abstract Noun Poem

Garrett Kitchen

April 18th, 2013

I have seen the tendrils of fear slowly constrict man

Consuming him until he is a babbling idiot,

The whole human race amidst my world

One flick away from utter and complete anarchy,

The brutal cleanse of my wrath,

The truth of my ironic immortality.

I send my plagues on currents of wind,

To help me on my life’s purpose,

To purge the world of hateful people, of evil in human form,

But I can never be a hero

The truth of humanity is my beauty.

I’d rather be like the rain, cleansing the world peacefully,

Wanted in most places, as simple as supple survival and nourishment

Like ambrosia for the Gods,

I’d rather be like emptiness, hurting no one, but

Always present everywhere, existing with everything,

I’d rather be harmless than a power that grips all.

I know not what every meaningless opinion of mortality’s slaves

But I do know the pettiness of combating me with frivolous opinions

Thinking “I will be different, I will not conform to unwritten laws

That bind and contort beauty to a muttering old creature

And make all things peaceful in the end.”

I say I come to perform an evil dance

With devils or angels it does not matter

For hiding from perpetual truth, and unavoidable occurrence

Is not a challenge but an impossible task

Don’t they know I only wish to experience my unbeing and eerie existence in peace.