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{REDUX}Candle stick maker "Defined"by author

There was allot of confused people about this poem , and I don't blame em, it almost a self affirmation ,done with that kinda Picasso wordplay ,I don't like explaining , but in this case I will, to illuminate all the interested poets to the certain freedoms and expansiveness within the depths of (abstracted thought ) can wonderfully be bred forth
,this is what this poem means,
Also among to me personally , and why it was written its an old post of mine this is the

Candle stick maker
"Defined"by author
-Poetic Waffles-

Un-junctured reporting, and reporting

(*detachment of self in par to the way in which we are informed of the world we love in ,i.e ,mass news media reporting ,in inaccurate repetitive cyclical filled with rhetoric in its base action *)

Un-intrigued sloth holding claw
Supporting

* (un interested and slow , also the sin Sloth, which meaning is, the misuse of ones particular skills or talents ,Supporting ,as in the the former of the poem is what's holding ,any given ones perception of reality , and also ,a real sloth has two claws in with in moves with to help support it's weight )*

,unaware scares

(un found internal fear, you know not to be scared of,yet.)
– into
Self loathing sheathed identity,
Keeping blade protected

(*^hatred of self , sheath ,can be portrayed as a scabbard to a sword , the blade being the soul, an ideal from ancient Japanese bushido ;identity , is just identity ,, and while the blade/soul in sheathed no experience or strength is can be gained "book of five rings " read it^ )*-

From out side amenities

*(^amenities , like fire places , dish washers, things that are pleasing in manner,out side thus referring to not being in the comfort of the inside to use the , ie out side looking in ,*)^-

Amongst the sleepers of
The butcher's daughter

*[^ "rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub,
And who do you think were there?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker,
And all of them gone to the fair."it's an old nursery rhyme that denotes , mans immorality ,with a kind of disrespect for bad modesty, and butchers predominately where portrayed in that era wiyh very Ill temperer ,in stereo type/the sleeping of the daughter , shows one to sleep with the girl , that will keep them the best fed ,hidden agendas ,viz, SELFISHNESS ,also connecting the slothfulness mentioned earlier in the poem , and displaying a karmic image in actualization of the butcher , and the coming back around, for now one such as him , is after a maid , he raised and loved ^*]

–
As we jump head over heels,
The butcher prepares
These seriates, within deep charades

*[jumping towards what gives us the most ,by means of foul motive or ill gotten gain ,and making it into love , denial of universal truth, the butcher , being the old envy filled by being the scorned patriartical figure with vengeful motive , plots pain for the subject ,while lying , and manipulating the subject of the poem ,for he sees the illegitimate affection /to word his child*]
–
Beneath our sheath
Unraveled expansion slits
Its niche to the bone -

*[spirit revealed/blade, finds The truth to much to handle , and finds its niche giving wounds upon sufferings *]

This mass produced emotional genocide groans-

*[meaning we are all conditioned to feel certain ways , indicated by use of the word "Mass" inferring a collective ,by our inculturation ,but the way in which it's produced is trying to kill us , metaphorically and literally ,ie that suicide is the most life taking epidemic in North American for the last decade or more among youths]*

Cracking of the fuel flame,

*[cracking happens when fires real red hot and gives off the most thermal dynamic energy , fuel flame , representing the things that keep us alive and our energy to survive ]*

Burning fertility-
*[so the choices in which we feel are what fuels our lives and fates, that should be cultivated in solitude ,but , are killing our planet , which I always represent as fertility , also Mentioning the fact the planet we are leaving the children of tomorrow ,will probably kill them quicker than us , by the acts of omission mentioned through out the poem ]*

Leading the pace,
*[being a leader a guide , and setting the pace of progress, and opposing the condition ,with human potential with this 1 small line ]*

Harkens thy face

*[harkens ,in the dictionary means
"Literary. to give heed or attention to what is said; listen" thy face, as in your eyes ears, true individualism, must be self bestowed,through the turmoils , and embracing them , it's a poem about pain in pursuit of universal truth , within the self actualized expansion of interconnected consciousness , happens with ,Socratic methodical sufferings for seeing things for how they really are, and nothing else, delineates a higher level of being ]*

wolfwaff

@wolfwaff

Im a Cali kid ,into that Free form stream of consciousness , abstract modern poetry , don't think just write , I am also a pretty good freestyle rapper ,I'm excited to read your stuff people's

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Comments & Feedback (9)

The original Poem http://opuss.com/s/45b5 @MrsS There's that meaning you wanted ,lol

3-2-1 would have been proud

You would have been proud , and why are you counting lol

Ted Rogers would have been proud

I don't know who that is , but it's probably saturated with sarcasm

He's the guy from 3-2-1... And it's dripping πŸ˜‰

I don't know that show , is that like a uk Limey thing, or a Canadian canoook show

It's an 80s uk show that revelled in clues which obscurely led to Dusty Bin

Ya sounds dusty lol

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