John Castro Poet Rhyme

The Canopy

the canopy of comfort caravan of curruption

leads to a path of no return a road of self-destruction

in this crowded cafeteria no creature has a table to itself

and in this darkened forrest of death the canvass that shutters out the light is its shelf

your soul is like a forrest without a summer

and the beat that you hear has no drummer

your ignorance is as vivid as abstract thoughts not yet seen

and the desires that you seek are nothing more than mere illusions conveyed by dreams

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Jslambert Mister Roboto May 30, 2011 at 10:15 AM Seven All Day. I love it. and love the "Knee-Mails", You MUST trademark that one brother Castro

Faizah Spence May 28, 2011 at 5:03 PM "your soul is like a year without a summer"... DEEP!!! This poem is yet another awesome write! ~Beloved Faziah

Gwendolen Song May 20, 2011 at 12:24 AM Hi John Drippin with awesome alliterations thru out, ...like the darkened forest of death and the canvas that shutters out the light. Best to you and your work, Gwendolen