Mountains of Madness
The hour of decision is made
to light the torch for the brave
The storms of life come rushing in
some are immediate and quick...
others prompt the imagination
still we play on the one string we are dealt
iron sharpens iron to show each other home
if one had an idea
To soar like the eagle to places far unknown
playing second fiddle like a dog without a bone
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need
Caged fury
sex, drugs & rock and roll
let the sweet freedom come into your soul
we have become cumbersome to this world
Faces, spaces & traces
Mark the man willing to explore
Lest I implore another opened door
Let's look above to the heavenly love
prone in desire
A gun for hire
in vast temple's of doom
many heads are gun to soon
bask in the vast array of mere simplistic desire
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
