If you could send one message to everyone
What would it be
Statement of fact
Seeker of Wisdom
Disapprove
Hoping for forgiveness
Sharing reality
Words of power
Deeds undone
love unsung
loss not found
Darkness holding hands with light
Wrongfulness hiding the right
So little words
Breed the verse
The silent voice
Speaking from the inverse.
Categories:
wrongfulness, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Time! Oh little more time!!
How scarce you have been,
How frequent you appear in my rhyme.
And how unique and important you have been.
Could you please wait for me?
Because you are the keys to my destiny.
Could you please wait,
Could you please wait,
I need a moment of respite to fill the holes behind me.
Time! Oh little more time!!
When would you be my friend?
To grant me the chance to continue the rhyme.
That my mission, many could apprehend.
Hail thee time! The force in motion.
Regardless of any opposing notion.
Hail thee time!
Hail thee time!
Only thou will tell, what awaits the next generation.
Time! Oh little more time!!
You are the monopoly of very man.
You are responsible for our daily dime.
And soon or later, you'd prove the wrongfulness of the gun.
Time will tell, when that cats and dogs would agree
And when the human race would really be free.
Time will tell,
Time will tell,
When only the righteous doctrines, we shall spree.
Categories:
wrongfulness, hope, inspiration, time,
Form: Rhyme
Gripped by a thought
that so provokingly awaits,washed by its fragrance
to be set apart,somehow freed into the distance
crippled alone by the joy it once brought
why is it alone it blossoms into misery?
centered by the wrongfulness of life,during summer does it lay waiting somehow to be cherished
slowly tarnishing by age that befriends its death
forgotten in a pile,where the once awakened turned in their graves
the months a count of the seconds that believed
unknown to the reasons my heart thought,unknown to the shackled being its memory brought
Gripped by a thought
given its identity,has the evidence of its existence that once contained me become hard to remember
soiled by the pain,that so faithlessly became the reason my wings that so innocently protected we have broken
you were the thought that gripped me
beyond the belief of His existence i once thought that the soil from which you were made i was birthed
your rich splendor,the blessing which would vacate my weaknesses
and as the lilies in the pond settled on the surface of which they lay
the memory of you lies forgotten drowning in the lake.
Categories:
wrongfulness, loss,
Form: Lay