Fool’s Gold

beguiled by a pretender’s desecration
for a fool’s coronation
from time out of mind
mankind attempting to find
the universal mind
a transpersonal mime
transcending time
for a crown sublime
but a bauble to blind
on a clown asinine

crying hell into heaven
a destiny to leaven
want of expunging the stain
of profligate shame
fatuously vain
feigning to reign
as the accuser defamed

we’re looking for free
hiding behind what we see
preferring the spell
of a gussied up hell
but it’s easy to tell
despite what we sell
we’re still where we fell
tossing trinkets in a wishing well



Written by Scott Schoffstall
© May 26, 2011
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Poetic Sojourn


About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is?

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