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My world

I live in a world where there is no flow and ebb 
where flies are snared in the spiders web

Where anger is the clothing that spirits wear 
hand me down garments soiled with fear 

Where eyes fail from weeping incapable of emotions 
and the heart bears the tsunami the bodies waves like the ocean's 
  
In the winepress of the psyche I trample the virgin daughter of bliss 
and beyond the landscape of sin and firmament of folly lies the serpents hiss 

I live in a world where wisdom and knowledge collide similar to protons 
Where innocence is slaughtered like Salem's pillars and scions 

As the lion makes a kill its the jackel that profits 
but before the jackel appears its the hyena that mocks it 

And as the prey that is stalked is slain without pity 
The herds of people represent stock roaming the cities 

Women eat their offspring and they dont even know it 
While the scheme of men cast shadows over truth not to show it 

In my world my eyes flow unceasingly without mercy without ease 
as vengeance owns depth, so deep it stalks the forrest beyond trees 

In my world the mind constantly mocks the heart 
While guilt is the warden whom imprisons the soul in the dark

Like the rain that suffocates the land with a constant pour 
My inner child cries louder than thunder or a lion with a constant roar 

In my world an infants tongue adheres to roof of its mouth 
and food is as scarce to child as insects are to a grouse 

Nurtured in purple but racked with hunger 
It is better to die by the sword then to live with famine in numbers 

Joy has dispersed from our hearts and dancing has moved to mourn 
as brightness has merged with the dark the fabric of happiness is torn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/15/2011 11:24:00 PM
Ok, you know I love this piece right? :)...captures the reader's attention most definately and as you know, I love the FLOW of it. Very well written!
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Date: 9/4/2011 11:07:00 PM
A poem filled with the sadness and ills of the world. It gives so much to think about John. The message is true.
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Date: 9/4/2011 12:07:00 AM
John this is great..such an emotional piece... a true pleasure to read....smiles....chiquita
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john castro
Date: 9/4/2011 12:11:00 AM
thank u for all your comments
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john castro
Date: 9/4/2011 12:07:00 AM
sorry i rushed the poem when i first posted it. it is complete now itll probably make more sense if yo read it now and thank you for the comment
Date: 9/3/2011 10:22:00 PM
Dear John, Parts of this poem remind me of the events going on in Africa...starvation...oppression...and a lack of mercy upon the hundreds of thousands starving.... at the hands of the militants. Thanks for sharing your talent here tonite. Much enjoyed your painting with words. Gwendolen
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