Archive for November 25, 2009

DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2009 by ravenstooth
Eagle catches air; glides in tune
Fluttering each feather in his beautiful plume
I’m so sad to have to stand and stare
For I can’t fly, I know it’s unfair
Talking, saying hello, good day or like wise
The world is organic then it dies
Perished, polished, unfamilar dreams
Twinkled time takes the place of screams
So I ask the eagle when he lands on my shoulder
What is it like to soar over this boulder
He replies with a shine in his eye
There’s more to life than being able to fly
If you’d like, just give it a try
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DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2009 by ravenstooth
THE POET:
The poet will inspire or
                                                  be called a liar.
Though his head is groaning or
                                                  it’s moaning
That decadence is seconds away.
 
The poet will fill you or
                                                   kill you
With murmurs of lost souls or
                                                   goals
In his valor, a taste of gold or
                                                  if it’s cold
He’ll challenge you all to play.
 
The poet will be dying or
                                                 you’ll feel he’s lying
Encompassed with wonder or
                                                 he’s just under
The skin of knowledge, humor or
                                                 his life’s a rumor
That gives him power today.