Best Imaginationtruth Poems
I am both wind and whisper
as the tenderness of life's rush
mellows the passage of posterity
I am both forgiving and fiery
to the softening of obduracy
I can be sorrowful and somber
or a paragon of felicity.
I may be sincere, sometimes I'm not
from truth to a degree of fakery
I am the rashness of ribaldry
as the coarseness of a day of wrath
and the sense of a better path
chosen with wise analogy
I am defiled and graciously defined
oft praised and oft maligned
I am both reason and rigidity
for truth be told
I am the absolute worst and
the ultimate best of humanity
Both wind and whisper
I am you!
ITS ASTONISHING HOW IGNORANCE WILL FADE AWAY WHEN THEIR LIFES ARE ON THE LINE
doubledealing guerrilla unit
gunrunning money-hungry vigilanties
nazis murderers rapists
DRAWN OUT EXPLANATIONS
DEATH IS REAL TENDRILS OF EMOTION
BARGAINING CHIP DECIDING FACTOR
"WE TRY TO SUPRESS THE EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT ANGER AGANIST THE PIRATES
HAD IGNITED."
there is no truth like the truth seen thruth the eyes of a child
WE ALL BLEED THE SAME
WE ALL BREATHE THE SAME
SO WHY DONT WE THINK THE SAME?
Have you ever been lost in a maze of your
own wondering thoughts?
Have your dreams ever become reality and
has reality ever become a dream?
Do you hear the echo of shots and are
you willing to give it a try?
Listen to the mother, the father, the children cry!
This is the world we live in
An everlasting chaotic sin.
Death is all around us, tomorrow is
never promised.
Reach out and touch the ground, let the
green grass tickle your naked feet.
Now let go of your fears, figure out
where yesterday and tomorrow meet.
Slip into unconsciousness underneath
the stars.
Dream of the Milky Way just below
Mars.
Has your brain ever tricked you and have
you ever tricked your brain?
What if day and night were one in the same?
What is your name and do you play
the game?
Are you confused or do you have
a clear mind?
Does the moon really glow, does the sun
ever shine?
In these greedy times, the lies are the truth
and the truth is a lie.
It's the illusion of good overcome by
the trickery of evil.
These are American thoughts
Where lies are bought and winless
wars are fought.
My American thoughts.
I am free, even with my eye's closed
I can see.
I am me, I am free, I am born
My fragile eggshell brain enclosed by
my American thoughts.
Can you hear them, do you feel them?
Were you born and are you alive?
Are you free and have you died?
Has the truth been spoken and has the
truth ever lied?
When it does will you listen or will you
speak your mind?
Do you have American thoughts like mine?