»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #45
»
I can't do it anymore
| Open Poetry #45 |
|
I can't do it anymore |
|
|
N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
I can't sit and watch From a distance be just one I can't sit and watch As the history of this world is done. It may be hard for you To one day see That this is not for me There is much more I must do Give me a beat Give me a voice Give me a body I'll make a noise A noise of beauty A noise of redemption Love me Hate me You'll hear me Its raining honey drops The clouds sparkle with diamonds My house is built of gold My silver tongue shines My eyes of hazel are that of perfection... Yet it is all lead compared to you. Give me a beat. Give me a voice. Give me a body. I'll give you a noise. I won't go quietly, I won't go silently. You'll hear my rage. You'll feel my passion My spirit My soul My noise. The beat goes boom The body moves with the boom And when you hear that voice? That honey sweet beautiful melody of such innocence that decays the evil that surrounds us all? The voice goes... la la la.. la la la... The voice goes... La la la... la la la... The voice goes. Dancing in between the guitar strings, the guitar cries and the trumpet screams. They don't hear us. They don't care. It's okay. What we got to say? We yell! "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
||
| © Copyright 2009 Zachariah Gavia-Peyton - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
I don't know what to make of this poem. It reminds me of the theory of proton decay. You know the end of all matter. There are many interesting images in this poem. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
