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Dream For Me
Castrate the blame from your temper,
There is devotion to your temple;
I worship each drop of blood from your hungered kiss,
Drugged and sated; empowered, insatiable yearning,
A coffin for your fears to dwell in,
As forests burn and the skies crumble,
Passion burns so bright; all that is left are the ashes,
You smile, but your eyes show torture.
Child soldier bleeding, stitching the wound to keep on breathing,
Dragged through the trenches, with only himself as the enemy:
Identity fixed with a diagnosis and alien prescription,
Medicated cure for the human symptoms,
Creating a man-made preservation:
Lawless, careless; trading handshakes for guns,
A lust for love, nurtured by anxiety:
Dream for me, and I will be yours.
Blame is what man thinks is
Blame is what humans thinks is "perfect sense", as it eats away at his own worthiness to shine with the brilliancy of Terra's sun on her bountiful bliss.
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/poem/957358
They learn as they go along. Love how you said..."A coffin for your fears to dwell in,
As forests burn and the skies crumble,"
This is what death is.
Lovely write!!! ( and true!!! ) I wish you wrote on here more often.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Okay, Then There Is This
Prophetic, dreams are sometimes. Such powerful images painted with master strokes - I do not give praise of poems lightly or without true attachment to the lines emotionally. I feel like I've been to a blockbuster movie - each word an action scene, each line enviable and riviting. Your work is growing - like walking on the edge, just don't fall in growing - Your verse rocks, lad! - From an old friend in poetry ~Lady A~
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Thank you! May 2014 bring a
Thank you! May 2014 bring a year of creative exploration without such distractions as work, money and bills, proceeded as and by 2013 :)