Chuck Keys Poet Free verse

Life Is a Bed of Roses

Why is life so dear?
Beyond my grasp, yet near inside  
Age ages me - despair rages me
Where am I leaning?

Time toys with us
Where and when we go nobody knows
Does the time for us diminish?
Or was it never there

The soil, the tulip, the rain - have no thoughts                     
Feel no pain - suffer no loss - nor love of gain                      
The beast, the fish - have limited thoughts                           
Live in worlds ruled by might and fear - not reason            

We are designed for so much more
Yet superficial surface we live
Material quests dominate human needs
We pursues endless nothingness

Man walks stalks what his senses reveal                               
Falsely led by accumulation - falsely driven by ego              
Sharp blades skating on the surface ice                                 
Detached from what lurks below inside                                 

We are designed for so much more
Yet superficial surfaces we live
Material quests dominate human needs
We pursue endless nothingness

Where do I find what I wanted?                                                 		
Fraught with minimalness	        
Was it ever there or too far beyond....                                   
I still can't see her and I fear it's too late                                

But never experienced that joy
Swimming or drowning
Where does evil live, if not
Time holds me still or is it fear?



Chuck Keys

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Nayda Ivette Negron Flores October 27, 2015 at 10:47 PM Excellent reflection about life.

Lewis Nyaga October 15, 2015 at 1:15 AM MR Chuck.. a good poem on life and trying to make sense in this realm called earth.. i life i have learnt to appreciate the small things that way i partake the great ones with peace.. deep and thought provoking piece it is//blessings

Poet Destroyer A November 21, 2012 at 9:56 PM Chuck,, Stopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*

M.I.A . March 28, 2012 at 8:33 PM endless nothingness... i love that expression! there is a complete emptiness that's the core of existence. hope your journey will lead you home soon chuck

Poet Destroyer A March 28, 2012 at 6:37 AM Good morning, life should be enjoyed... And the best way to make a bed... is impossible..but, them roses sound good and smell good....lets change our experience for better comfort..always pd

Joyce Johnson March 27, 2012 at 6:55 PM Every line of your poetry is pertinent.I relate to the line, "Time toys with us." it certainly does. When we are young, time is endless. At my age it roars on by without stopping. Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. Love, Joyce

Sara Kendrick March 27, 2012 at 4:17 PM The lines "We are designed for so much more, Yet superficial surfaces we live"..I especially like those..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Broken Butterfly March 27, 2012 at 2:35 PM "We pursue endless nothingness" that line really spoke to my soul, it is so true Chuck, want and need rule life if one lets it, I am going to try to end that cyle, wonderful poem, well done.

Debbie Guzzi March 27, 2012 at 1:55 PM kindred....believe it or not there are folks who THINK and still believe..who have FAITH and still think..thanks for your kind comments [check out unitarian universalists] Light & Love [oh ps you do not sound like straw man!] Chuck Keys March 27, 2012 at 2:19 PM fortunately or not, i am not a straw man - i cant even turn my brain off when i sleep. i dont enjoy the sadness and pain of life (as others also) only the beauty, and the change that comes within it.

Shirley Long March 27, 2012 at 12:50 PM Wonderul poem! I really enjoyed reading it.

Anne-Lise Andresen March 27, 2012 at 12:15 PM Very well written, I love it.....Thank you for sharing it. Have a lovely day. - oxox love Anne-Lise