I sing the song of I

I sing the song of I
rolling like dark thunder
amongst the new-born
breaking like murky ice
when war is receding
from the front page
to a mere mention on page 7

I sing the song of I
in the ruins of so many cities
where flesh is just greed
and solemnity
only a bargain to go
before suicide bombers
wreck what is left

I sing the song of I
amongst the holy men
lusting for boys
amongst the speakers of hate
the mongers of stolen time
the slashers and the cut throats

I sing the song of I
in the rotting leftovers
in dumpsters
amongst hookers and low life
waiting for one more fix
amongst the break ups
and the sore to go

I sing the song of I
every day I see you smile
every day I see I
in opposition and why
my eyes have no blinds
no power to bend light

I sing the song of I
as long as I can
to the oncoming traffic
the debris and flotsam
the swirling vortex
of dark water

I sing the song of I
to the dying of the day
to the memory of another I
long dead
another I that I can see
in all that is left

I sing the song of I
I am the song of I



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-07-22 at 18:43

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
And it is a very sad song most of the time. Although some verses are okay. Another great piece. I think you encapsulate your whole idea of the "I" in this.
2015-07-26


Ivan R
If not a poem of beauty, it is a poem of great knowledge and truth, and therefore, a thing of bliss.

What a joy it was to read this, over and over truth came in to shape with these words of yours, which should be the words of all, if they have ears to hear with. And you tell it in the way that it can be heard. A marvelous piece of writing, this is.
2015-07-24


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Amidst the chaos, thankfully there is still the honest truth of my being. Sing the song of consience! Well written Bob as always.
2015-07-23