I'm sure you could picture this
Imagine a force that remains limitless
Though still uncontrolled
Can you even begin to understand?
A steel jagged shard coming forth
Soaring without boundaries to know
I'm still trying to wonder
What would happen?
If a car was sexually attracted to you
Here it comes, 1994 with foreign build
There it went, and I guess it took you, too
I'm charged and awaiting a needle greeting
A thief without regard, or awareness!!
Isn't it funny as they walk on by
Silver and shine are never far behind
I'm happy to wave and dodge a few blades
Though I'm always wondering
Was it intentional?
There's but a few left these days
And they seem to enjoy their flow
My ears ring as they pass us on
I could be allergic to their magnetic song
Such a so-so lullaby
Overflowing
And since it seems that it's over my head
All I'll ever do is admire
The power remains untamed, the people remain unchanged
It seems less and less that they are in control
It's more... Of an agreement.
Wonderful and not at all what I expected from the title.
I wonder if Stephen King felt this way while writing His Christine?
Wonderful stuff here!
leaves me to wonder... Why nothing new? I do believe I need a fix?
Hiya. I like this poem, it's deep. you know sometimes you can write a poem and you know how you want it to come out, but when you get to writing the poem, it sometimes just comes out differently than what was planned, but that's because it came from the heart and soul. poetry comes from the heart and soul, not from the mind. i had commented on your stoner poem, just my info changed cuz of a 50 yr. old who wouldn't leave me alone when i've asked him, i've cussed him out and still he wouldn't leave me alone, so i changed everything.