PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Teach me the architecture

or the angle at which you'll strike,

Show me the broad side,

the weak lines always march forth through time,

The scrubbers are world renowned

but the engineers will remove all doubt,

Standing under their collosal creations

they will wait until it's finished or be reduced with it,

Scraping skys we adhere to this law of scale

while wishing we could live at the top

every now and then, I reckon

Wishmasters grant me a wish

If I ever become too rich please keep me grounded

the soundless noise of ambition

might be too thick for my inner ear to keep balance,

I will dream of the forest still

weeping inside it's pine needles and green chemistry

collecting sunlight for us to remember beauty,

We treat them ill and those harsh favors

may return the favor still,

To breath is a chore

if there is nothing left to consume,

Carbon based life forms

gasping under nature's tomb