Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.143.247.141

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Moods of Change

I have sensed, I feel, I have seen, growing impressions 
imprinted upon the walls, inside my skull, impressions 

that hang heavy within my D.N.A, like ghostly shadows 
streaking across the empty spaces of my minds windows

as my days and nights – closing in on me – seem to be 
slipping away, – being dragged ever onward – into a sea
 
of black holes,– with such gravitational force - you’ll find me 
being sucked in, along with those leaving the last ray 

of their life’s light, always fighting all that comes our way, 
hanging on tightly to the fragile edges of what remains to day
 
of a reality, that has long since, gone to memory, 
gone to dust, blown away by winds telling a story
 
of lives lived, experiences had and of life decaying 
as we walk this plane, for a better future, we are praying
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Drift Wood

There is this used less appendage
that once – maybe – during the course 
of a passing month, rises, falls, becomes the useless, 

meaningless, remnant of the past, a standing protrusion, 
that does little more then lay idle, 
even at times, when it gets revved up,
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
Paths

As we come to the end of that long road, 
it becomes much harder to carry the load, 
find a path that our psyche legs can climb 
as they take us from a journey, once sublime 
and into the past that has come in rhyme.

B. J. “A ” 2
January 28th 2004

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required