old bards and ignorant jerks

 All of a sudden to remember, a tickling of ones memory
the need to search, and solve that mystery
words, passages, thoughts on paper caught
once read, an impression left, now again sort.
There be so much in life that an affect on one leave
and without knowing those influences within our lives weave
we like it or not a mirror reflection of much we become
slowly the invasion of one self, the sum.
Pompous, arrogant, violently narcissistic
to avoid characteristics like those, for they be egotistic
but rather old values and morals imbue
not fearing a show of humbleness and humility to pursue.
We can laugh at the old and new bards , the romantics and philosophers
Shakespeare, Dickinson and the likes of our imagination choreographers
to tut-tut that free access of old works
personally i think only done by ignorant jerks.

The world be full of treasures recorded
transformed into films and books and other formats to us afforded
yet we seek to stay limited and illiterate and small in our capabilities
unaware of the rotting and degeneration of our abilities.

RB.