Edward Orozco Poet Free verse

Broken To None

A sad tune plays in my day
Memories flow like the rivers down to the bottom
I plea, for tomorrow I shall be no more
Where will my drams rest?
Along my bones will be my good deeds
Where will my wrong doings reside
But along in your heart
Will you step on me?
When I die at rock bottom
Will you stomp on my dreams as you have my soul
I had you know
I will to the world as a speaker
To seek the good of this life-time
I pray
For my Lord to return upon His white stallion
See the highest point in heaven
Marvle at the glow of the stars
Let peace be with you
As I part to my own will
Hold your heart still
For a dream stands upon your view
And you ignore to the poorest point
Let it dwell in your non concious
Split reality from a different realm
I weep
I sing to your hearts joy, and it keeps
Dream with me, as I fall asleep

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Charlene Bird May 22, 2009 at 8:21 PM Jeremiah, this is excellent, and you can feel the pain through this piece of poetic feeling.

Charmaine Chircop May 22, 2009 at 1:38 PM this is a cry,i know you bro and i can feel why you are crying-a dream stands upon your view,and you ignore it to the poorest point-i can see the cry there,a rejection by somebody dear,hitting rock bottom,dreams shattered but hope still there,give it time--heartfelt bro,but after darkness there comes light---charma

Brandy Megens May 22, 2009 at 12:23 PM extremly grown and mature you are full osf suspense and drive soup mail

Christopher Higgins May 22, 2009 at 9:00 AM The title is awesome and the words to your poem really drives it home..very strong write my friend...good work.

Carolyn Devonshire May 22, 2009 at 8:53 AM Very thought-provoking, Jeremiah. In Shakespeare's play "Julius Ceasar," Mark Anthony says, "The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft' interred with their bones." Guess Shakespeare felt fame is fleeting and infamy lasts forever. I hope this isn't the case. Many good men and women come to mind when I think of our past heroes...MANY! Great work -- It got me thinking! Love, Carolyn