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I Cried to you But you did not answer I called to you But you did not come I came to you for help And you answered with silence What did I do to warrant this neglect A lifetime of suffering Justified by the promise of unrequited hope And a sliver of greatness
A man lay in the sand Crushed under the weight of rock bottom A door opened before him He looked to the heavens and cried "Why give me a door when you have taken my legs?".
I've dreamt that i never woke Dreamt that i died in my dreams dreamt of people who left long ago and heard their laughter , had them walk with me and tell me my time had not yet come I have dreamt of lands where magic and mystery are the norm yet science rules. i have dreamt of lands where treachery is common place and trickery is valued where honor is dead and chivalry is a virtue of fools a world where i dare not stay longer than a night for i wouldn't last a day so why do i never want to return to the land of the waking?
empty echoes, why aren't you here why did you never hear my voice why did you never hear me sing the raging child sobs himself to sleep wondering how he will continue wondering how you could leave him without as much as an "encore!" at his first concert It's selfish Him expecting you to somehow get over the pain of your chemotherapy and come walking in majestically to the front row of his performance but what are children but selfish
Does there have to be purpose to life Can't we gallop like the waves Without giving meaning to each crest, Each turn Each meeting with the shore For like foam We vanish in the blink of an eye A lifetime gone in one wave So why search for meaning Why try gain deeper meaning Eternal truth Or the ever elusive One love
I watched the sea today And felt the absence Of one To lean my head against As the sun set One who's hand I would hold As the waves played against the rocks But I remembered We were like them Forever playing Crashing into each other One slowly eating away at the other. Was it worth it? I wonder Then again Waves are just waves Sunsets just sunsets And rocks are simply rocks.