Handling Reason Poem by Hasan Haskovic

Handling Reason



Commited to the consequence
Let the roulet begin
No fear in my sentence
And no disrespect in my grin

Revelations, please!
I do not need proof of synchronisation
Because it has crumbled and been laid to waste
Beneath my observation
Not to renumenate the roles I've played
As a drummer in the black legion parade
Give me destruction
So contentment could take me by surprise
And let me collapse as the rule of honesty applies


Oblivious annoyances
I've lost the dawn of the dream
So it may seem
But in some of the broken gleam
I've learned to believe
And give last respect to an old thief
The nature of the orgy was not in my right mind
But there you have it
The truth about our kind

Elegance and all its friends
Swaying terror which never bends
Under my step
When I walk or when I talk
The very world beneath me seems to rumble
So I plant the seeds of my mistrust close
As the sight of their growth makes me humble
I'm playing with saints

The simple plan, the basic scheme
Taught me the color of admiration
To repeat the frequency of my scream
I'll exclaim my short citation
In the rain-drops, for they understand
What it's like to live a stand

So much for the crusade
Drowned in procrastination
It now lays on the facade
The fascination

My satin soul

Friday, June 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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Hasan Haskovic

Hasan Haskovic

Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina
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