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In The Company of Wolves

Mar 9th, 2010 | By Karma 'Sweetmain' | Category: Poetry | 154 views

You are in the company of wolves
a conscious cohesive family unit
consisting of creators, creations,
and their offspring
the alpha pair, unseen,
consecrated by those
your alienation ostracized and berated.
No, we are not always related,
but hated just the same,
gathered there on the edge of sane,
well aware that the tools you were trying to use
were only a fuse for our group?
To set fire to a style and create a new loop,
because your moves just felt outdated

We
who are wise and wild
understand and see the benefit
that came with being a clique

‘cause running around with a lot of y’all
to prey availability

is not only unusual,
but it serves no necessary advantage.
You smell like vanquish!
That is considered a meal to these cats
who hunt in my pack?
Man, your words alone make us dangerous
subliminally screaming the secrets
that lay dormant with your smiles
the whole while lying feet behind my miles.
We run in a pack,
because we realized
we didn’t have time for denial

Holding poetry criminal trials

with the audience and jury of your ego
where your judges are the ones
who will follow the rules of the norm?
I have known many a man
every now and again
whose story would end
with them starving and dying along side their heroes.
better that we know
our vulnerabilities
our deepest atrocities
our secrets
and the abandonment of our fears.
You can count my amount little;
we are not bothered by that over here.
Yet, regardless of your public opinion,
the support we gave,
now that was sincere.

In poetry
I am like the Roman Emperor Nero;
And as far as we go
our characters range
from the newly excited,
eccentric and delighted
notebook poet

to the one who got sick of the status quo
said “forget it,”
‘cause they didn’t really give a damn any more.
We got ‘Bumpy Johnsons’
Who knew that?
In between all of their hoodlum,
there was always time to stop,
and pull her
to the side,
look deep into her eyes, and then tell her:

“I ask myself where she got those eyes,
so full of light,
so free of lies;
how does one get eyes like that?
I tell myself she robbed a cat.”

Man,
you are in the company of wolves!
We will go just about anywhere,
poeting,
helping others know things
that go unnoticed,
because we

we examine things to a single grain.
And it’s cool
if I have to go out of my way on an occasion,
we have feet superbly adapted
for long distance travel
and adverse terrains
to stand before the masses
with words not often heard,
and theories that follow literary pauses.
We have built up a resistance to your parasitic diseases,
therefore, when we die,
it’s generally of natural causes.

So,
as it was with the Cree Indians
and their ancient symbolism,
this was the mentioning
of a predatory panther and a pipe-smoking rabbit;
that begged the question
which they felt they had answered

why was the rabbit smoking a pipe, again?
Yea, that’s it;
he knew he was smarter than the panther.
Unafraid you are,
when you have the answer.
Your strategy to expose my weakness
as a failure
is the blueprint
behind the primary mechanics of a cancer

You are in the company of wolves!
we have actively covered
our front,
our sides,
and our backs.
Remember,
you are in the company of wolves!
And there is a reason you cannot run in our pack.

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About Karma 'Sweetmain':
"For Poetry, He’s Past His Prime, He Takes An Hour to Find A Rhyme; His Fire is Out, His Wit Decayed, His Fancy Sunk, His Muse A Jade. I’d have Him Throw Away His Pen, But There’s No Talking to Some Men." (Jonathan Swift)
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