...This is truth...It is NOT satirical...
Its not quite understandable as his knees reach his mandible and he rests as he once did...a comforted fetus
It was the elitist that pushed him into his solitary, it was completely involuntary but now it's his only solace
It protects him from his external pain, looking towards the internal plane...it is vast and forever changing...and he thinks..."As my life...nothing will ever be the same"
He plans revenge as they had a chance to have a chance...
...As they became the ultimate victims of circumstance...
We ask why, such a tragedy as fallen spirits rise, we ask as we spy on a heavenly light...we even question how we would have survived, or how we would flight...
...He questioned the plight of man...
He took it in his own hand as his message is heard, by sending it through martyrs from the absurd
A tortured soul, tortured lives and took them whole..children crying, families dying as he had lost control...
..."Unwind us and wrap me in a body bag"...
..."Unbind us and fit me with this toe tag"...
We bow our heads now in recognition of these lives lost...we must never forget at any cost...
...We should embrace all things different and try to love...
Poetry by TheNakedPoet
Read 553 times
Written on 2007-05-09 at 20:01
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Mondays Rising
In a corner of a darkened room he crunches over becoming spherical..Its not quite understandable as his knees reach his mandible and he rests as he once did...a comforted fetus
It was the elitist that pushed him into his solitary, it was completely involuntary but now it's his only solace
It protects him from his external pain, looking towards the internal plane...it is vast and forever changing...and he thinks..."As my life...nothing will ever be the same"
He plans revenge as they had a chance to have a chance...
...As they became the ultimate victims of circumstance...
We ask why, such a tragedy as fallen spirits rise, we ask as we spy on a heavenly light...we even question how we would have survived, or how we would flight...
...He questioned the plight of man...
He took it in his own hand as his message is heard, by sending it through martyrs from the absurd
A tortured soul, tortured lives and took them whole..children crying, families dying as he had lost control...
..."Unwind us and wrap me in a body bag"...
..."Unbind us and fit me with this toe tag"...
We bow our heads now in recognition of these lives lost...we must never forget at any cost...
...We should embrace all things different and try to love...
Poetry by TheNakedPoet
Read 553 times
Written on 2007-05-09 at 20:01
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text| Texts |
 by TheNakedPoet Latest textsLady (She)Ease Tulips A Work in Progress Glimpse of Heaven |
Increase font
Decrease