Dead Head

Dead Head

On the head lie secrecies

On it too weak leaks reside

Orifices of tongues and lips

Are in pendulum of its tide

 

But when the head is dead

So many are yet to unearth

Copious passwords ditched

Knowledge still in the sheath

 

The concupiscibles of mind

Gobbets of concupiscence

Convoluted or merely mild

Hitherto would lose essence

 



4 thoughts on “Dead Head” by ostar (@ostar)

  1. Nice poem; looks to me like it could use a little ventilation though. But I like the fact that it is short and concise. Well done.

  2. @newreign thanks man, but come to think of it, do you think Edward Snowden is guilty of espionage?

  3. lol…

    I don’t know why this poem suddenly paints a picture of contrasts between a smart mind and an ‘olodo’.

    Its deep and abstract in possible meanings…I like that. This is a poem that forces you to think as you ponder its lines.

  4. @Afronuts hail the senior one!
    I appreciate your generosity and @newreign

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