Too Much Is Montaged Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Too Much Is Montaged



Too much is montaged.
And appears purposely cluttered,
Without a theme or meaning...
To leave those who view this,
Understanding to comprehend...
The intent of it meant to achieve.
Instead of a mess onlookers detect.
Yet...
Some remain to obtain a depth.
A depth not easily addressed to express.

'Is this the perception?
A collected interpretation,
Of a life lived to invest...
Interest in accepted devastation? '
Hmmm...
Someone has a thought overheard confessed.

Too much is montaged.
And from every pulpit and lectern heard,
Preachers and prophets speak...
The Word ignored.
Yet the faithful claim to listen with belief.

'Is this the perception?
A collected interpretation,
Of a life lived to invest...
Interest in accepted devastation? '
Hmmm...
Someone overheard,
Has a thought that connects.

Who is left to digest,
That an ignorance to manifest...
Is an ignorance that leaves,
No one who lives to witness progress.
Is this the message,
Montaged no one gets.

Someone with a consciousness,
Is overheard to whisper...
'Is this the perception?
A collected interpretation,
Of a life lived to invest...
Interest in accepted devastation? '

Too much is montaged.
Too much of what appears,
Continues to be disbelieved.
Too much is montaged.
And too much that is depicted,
Is wished by critics...
To censor the mess of it.
In the hopes to solicit,
More delusions to explore.

'Why is everyone,
Giving their undivided attention...
To that exhibit of conflicts?
When others are far less convoluted? '

~We have done the best we can,
To have all life represented.
But 'that' one,
For whatever the reason...
We can not deceive,
As an unrealistic part of life.
And we have tried our best to censor it.
But there seems to be a demand,
To understand...
The significance of conflicts.
Who knew someone would come,
To take notes?
Then from a Bible begin to quote.~

'Try harder.
If our deceptions are ever understood,
We'd be out of business.'

~I never thought of it that way.~

'Well...
Think of it that way.
Exhibit and display,
More deceiving images.
Or...
Simply remove that montage.
You've been trained to produce excuses.
And tell whoever it is,
Flipping pages through that Bible...
THIS,
Is not a church.
Nor do we condone thoughts to think,
Independently.
However...
When you do it, do it discreetly.
You know...
With acceptable aggression.'

Sunday, July 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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