So I’ve mentioned in my first post that I am an amateur poet. Amateur being the key word here.
I wrote a series of poems from about the age of 23 through to 29. I haven’t written any since but I looked over this series the other day.
The first thing I noticed is that they aren’t quite as good as I once thought they were. But hey, this is Memoirs of the Mind – and that is where these poems came from. So I present them to you.
I formed the poem’s into a book called Beauty and Disruption.
This series follows a journey. The journey from the beginnings of a young, happy and naive youth, through the downfall of a stage lost in grief and self pity, and eventually out the other side.
Here is the fourth of the series.
It’s about one of those people that we all know who’s all caught up in their own self importance. All caught up in trying to be the mirror of society’s affections while forgetting all about actually being themselves.
I had the ‘pleasure’ of dealing with one of those people this week so its a strange coincidence that this is the week it has come up.
But I’ve also had the ‘pleasure’ of being this person that I write of. One of the most important things that I will ever do is make sure that I am never that person again.
FALSE LEGEND (Rory Mouttet)
Would you look at yourself you fool?
I almost thought I was back in school.
You’re trying to stare me down,
with your constructed frown,
why are you still trying to be cool?
I’ve seen so many like you before.
Your ‘try to look rich’ plan,
when your just a car salesman,
is just so see through and immature.
Tell me do your friends really know,
the real you, or just your alter ego?
You’re always painting a picture,
so that the world will depict the
man you speak of as some sort of hero.
Forever this game you’ve played,
but how much progress have you really made?
Yes you’ve fooled that flock of sheep,
but believe me talk is cheap,
when there’s rain all over your parade.
When your friends start to realise,
that your life is just a disguise,
that’s when they’ll all walk away,
and regret is the price you’ll pay,
but at least you’ll be a legend in your own eyes.