A poem of a man in need of renewal. |
Ah yes, Hamlet the man! What words do speak of him? That one's mind, intricate to understand. A countenance sad and bewailing, his insides wrenching. The many loves he had but the even greater betrayals along his path. The Hamlet of Denmark; A state ranking deceit, one with much persons foul in deed. But one such soul that must be sought out. A woman that had broke the Prince's spirit and dropped his heart into the demon's abyss. But, nay, not a lover that I shall speak but, a mother, that I shall. A woman beautifully crafted that the gods must have enjoyed their task. However, the gods have sinned and missed her heart and what creates in her love for another; that one Hamlet. Nay, young people, I say not that she contempt had however, I say "no understanding". That does build love, does it not? Though a beautiful sight she was, a mother as this possessed no mind, that she might have the "eyes" and see her dear son's collapsing countenance. Though not wicked she be, she be slow-witted, and, young people, do you not concur to this fact? That Hamlet might have dwelt longer on this "compound" of Earth if his mother be an intellect? But, oh! I do sway away, for now I must write another interest, that of the Prince's speech to his Queen. That speech clearly manifested in Oedapalous. That man Freud, he does create a better understanding, that shall be explained by the myth of Oedapal. The Prince's words be unkind and yet cruelty does exhibit kindness, that of his objective that must reach his Queen's heart and she repent. Many words, words unfit for a son bespeaking to his mother, words of incest and sexual interpretation, words we dare not make loud. However, Hamlet be smoking about his ears, a manifestation of his anger that he had already mentioned. So, young people, this affinity betwixt a mother and her son be not as tight ropes or a strong tower, but be one of sadness, despondency, that this family be wrenched from goodness by the hands of cruelty, by the legs of deceit, by the heart of infidelity and by the soul of blight. |