"In A Messy World"
In a Messy World
I think of all the cluttered minds
of cultural bending to the times
when everyone scoffs at values lost
then invest their lives to nothing
When last we gave our gained consent
to freedom's truths and government
of and for a people's cause
to celebrate the coming fortunes
Many fortunes lost and others gained
business ventures through people's pain
the years of promises to those affected
with ultimate sorrow finding those aged souls
Centuries unfold and others follow
to varying drum beats calling weary pilgrims
onward to the folly of vendetta marches each time
when foolish themes fall silent to current struggles
Thus, our Gods have changed their names
from time to time in every vein, of the day
with every soul raptly awaiting the word
from the pulpit of material agents
Although the theme to my poetry of that period continued unabated the style and meter adapted over time to what I was writing about or how I was feeling. I wasn't actively attempting to experiment stylistically, as much as merely allow the mood and energy to shape the lines as they flowed onto the page. This poem conformed to Iambic form, loosly betewen Tetrameter and Pentameter, as would others to come.
This poem is also one of the very rare ones to use rhyming patterns, although not in the normal rhyming pattern seen in most rhyming poetry. First two lines of the first three stanzas in rhyming pattern, falling off the final two. This was not intentional, but an outcome of the stream of conscious writing style I use when writing poetry. I was still very much affected by the social issues of the times.