Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2012
The greatest sickness
that is hate,
lies behind
guise and ruse

A clever waste
in the poorest taste
in the heart
of fools

With the least
of haste
Take it to
the gate,
the mirrored gait

of folly
following
fools

Titer tiered
withered
in fear

Of the
dead
dying

And make
our bed
to sleep
alone
1.  'worshiped' passes the Google Chrome spell sniff and I like it that way. Therein lies a ship...
2.   It's the ship of foolishness I object to.
3a. Water in whatever state, stated and in dreams is what represents the sea of emotion.
3b. It is better to step out and walk upon before drowning in our own tears.
3c.  They are better in our support of rather than for our destruction.
4.   All that is, is better in support than for condemnation.
5.  At first appearance apparent apparently not, then it is.
6.  Is it not better to lay it at the gate of liveliness and give birth to our true home...
Sa Sa Ra
Written by
Sa Sa Ra
598
   ---, Joan Karcher and CA Guilfoyle
Please log in to view and add comments on poems