Open Poetry #38 |
It goes with the wind |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Where does it go, the seconds and hours I sit, nowhere to be going nowhere already Waiting in solitude as my hair grows long Believing in nothing and nothing will come I am a wasted soul in this world am I not? Yet no one is wasted in time or in life long Where does it go, the love and liberality? Anger builds on my mind with the days I am no longer young as I used to be Belief is all one owns and all I depend on I have fewer days ahead than behind Put marks on the earth so children will know me I don’t want to die alone Where does it go, the secrets and lies I weep for those who believe them intently However I still sit here laughing at fools I do not call for the feeding they call for Let the poison of hypocrisy not flow in my veins But eventually all will come clean And death will come swift for the liars Where does it go, the humanity and peace I once was exposed and now lost to me Seems only children know how to be grown up Why wars must be waged is a mystery Why man must be angry is a travesty Why peace must be dead is a tragedy Lie down and sleep a wile let death stand at your door today And feel no worries till tomorrow Where does it go, the wise and humble Cities took the answer first and then the money made No more is wisdom needed in a world such as this Where love is gone and fools do rule the earth Reading is for the reader, a dying breed today And no more people listen to the words one has to say Lazy, arrogant, childish, fatsos who wither in their bed This is the mentality of a nation of MTV zombies Dead inside Where does it go, the words and musings I see one soul or speak some words to her briefly She is one I cannot help but sink from A voice I long to hear it does break my minds ear For I am never ready for such high beauty heard Her eyes I will not write of they are too beautiful Her skin of soft white I so long for in dreams Her hair as black as coal, the wind I envy blows it No wonder the words and musings fade when she’s gone Come back when I think of her or see her briefly Where does it go, the life my life Such journeys I do fear and long for Not at the same time but its all the same to me Death is the one bringer I would look for every day Hoping not to see him yet expecting In a rose garden at dusk in black to prune For I am no man, but a thing to death as all things are to ideas Let him prune, I will not be forgotten I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
quote: yanno, you just get more and more profound what a pleasure to read your thoughts I feel much the same way wish I had written these lines ~hugging you~ namaste |
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RevengeIsMine Senior Member
since 2006-07-08
Posts 820Australia |
I really like this poem. I will look foward to every poem you produce over time. |
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