Author Information
Our Wasteland
Folder:
The Genesis Project “Our Wasteland”
Shall be handed down a tragic story.
Death will not ride the horse of murder
there will be no where to hide, no safe quarter.
When you walk that path, cross that border
will you proudly stand before that iron gate
hang before the jury, while charming the snake
sleep walking without so much as a clue.
There was once a time, I almost gave up altogether
tormented by the nightmare of it never getting better
there was a reason I had wished to be dead
for in this life, somethings are better left unsaid
because the mistress of life, plays for regrets.
If there is a lesson to be had in any of this,
it is that life's simple distractions make it an easy miss.
Where confusion shadows my every step
I still find my life in another's dept.
I am reminded of this same prelude
trying hard to forget, the constant regret.
strangers in the wind pass by without a clue.
Their eyes staring through you
I close myself off, I find an escape
away from the pain, before I break.
The screams inside my head will go silent
once the world learns the violence.
I will take my last rights, hear my final prayer.
Once you flip the switch, my mind will start to twitch
to execute the heart, now that becomes an art.
When we chose to ignore the obvious standing there
right before our eyes, and how we perceive all the lies.
The law of attraction, and the language of subtraction
the way of the universe, and how it could always be worse.
who are blind yet still think they can see”
but as I walk this tight rope, I hold onto a thread of hope
that in a universe built on opposites, and very few compromises.
I will find my garden of eden, within those green fields
cast my eyes onto my angel, my vixen.”
You know, there are some
You know, there are some great lines in this piece.
Lord, drop the rhyming. Write
Lord, drop the rhyming. Write poetry, not crap
haha funny, I write what I
haha funny, I write what I write simple as that. my style trend gears more towards lyrics. always has, since music has been a passion of mine. I have and still do write true poetry on ocassion, so instead of degrading ones work, try true criquitisim for once, instead of being an asshole.
Thank you