Reason dies without faith
men but a pawn
to move in set patterns
not seeing beyond
Logic and cogence
delude and mislead
with vision and instinct
left wounded to bleed
Reason dies without faith
enslaved to the line
paper to crumble
One voice to remind
Years add together
with hope on the run
belief when left wanting
all thoughts zero-sum
(The New Room: December, 2021)
A poem is what you ask me to write,
I try for originality and not to trite;
As the words stumble over each line,
Doesn't seem right, is what I find;
But I continue to write all my words,
Can only rhyme that with flock of birds;
I write the thoughts that are in my mind,
Thoughts are all of you is what i find;
So I switch and write, what is in my heart,
Then i find that you are the main part;
So I write about all the tomorrows to come,
But when I add together you are the sum;
The sum of all my nights and my days,
You will always be my hearts, love craze.
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