GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 780 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Conflict Of A Kind - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Maybe you just don't
see me as the person
who needs to squeeze
everything out,

I cannot get God out
of me,

therefore...

I am always at war,

Although a polite straight
forward attitude towards
everything, is not a hard
thing for me,

Hell is something I can
construct for myself,

Love and dislike
are the only equals I know,

It's like here I am again,
or there I go...

Into the infernal oblivion,

of not knowing where to place,
my darker ambitions,

I always want to spread out
further and further,

Court the profane,

I say to myself, is this
really you or something else?

While the masses tattoo their
arms legs and backs,
with something of their self
same torment,

but I have yet to squirt
ink all over my brain,

with a credo
I'd think worthwhile...


Comments about Conflict Of A Kind by GRANT FRASER

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 10, 2013


[Hata Bildir]