Vi: the Way Out
Poetry,
like music to me
creation my way out, my symphony
mental, as it all may seem
the orchestra plays out so beautifully
painted on my brain canvas
In Poetry
a story of me
I'm creating
a way out
Doors drawn into the floor
can't choose an exit
so I make four more
walk into one so randomly
I shoot out falling, but willingly
an orchestrated disaster
I'm just the narrorator
This poetry, this music to me
flowing endlessly, my way out
to meet my maker, I may be greater
and end world hunger, the stronger I be
I will create a painless, world so free
it would be for all to envy
enter creation, vibration,
then I make my new religion,
your way out.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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