Love 2

Once again we listen as the
Stupid gods explode...
Our artists accrue to gain kudos...

Once again we deny our nature
With the truth hung into view...
Don't dare tell me
You will do anything that involves
Even standing up...
Such are us.

I seem to be on this bus
That is circling me to a stop
I have no delightful need
To enlighten upon...but this song
About death is winning strong...
The bodies are starkly stacked
The world over.

How loud I want
To close my eyes
This love of life
Shouts at me.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-01-23 at 02:59

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NicholasG
Don't you dare!!!
2010-01-23


Brian Oarr
This world will be a blacker place, when your face sets, Jenks. Here's hoping this poem has only emerged from the darkness of a bad day. Jam your foot on the gas pedal of that bus!

Brian
2010-01-23