LAST RITES

Engage in the list,
prepare the things that you have decided to Sacrifice,
All the big people now have gone,
Are you scared of the things you saw?
Dream moments scare heartbeat into songs,
yes and no, and no,
grow up from the seeds finely groomed,
eyes show gloom,
After seeing all they shout about,
I'd invoke forbidden vice,
intending urgent advice from the holy foul mouth,
suggest the lasts rites if the night don't work right out,
In the early half I've seen all I want to live by,
I don't look like, I could feel like asking,
"All the last rites call for an ending".

© Carlos B. Barrios

Commentary:

I have always felt the power trapped in the simple use of language. Throughout personal searches I have found many styles of "wordsmithing" valuable and insightful from respected poets and other fringe poetry. Influences include, e.e. cummings, Jim Morrison, Alastair Crowley, Langston Hughes, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, T.S. Eliot, Dante, and especially Aristotle. I have been writing and rewriting longing to shape the true nature of a particular word (using all strengths of particular meanings and annunciation)to develop the emotion.

This poem is about the ascent into adulthood. As an adult, you have at your disposal all the learned and experienced short moments. These moments lead to the way you might carry this learning and/or experience into your reaction in new situations.