if poets ruled the world
i shall be at peace
for no amount of pain
will evolve into bullets
just petals, some wilted
but never not fragrant
watch men and women
and everyone in between
ignite chasms with sparks
then joy will be served
in generous servings
but never ignorant
the angst you give
will be crystals until
forgiveness cradles you
for tears will be valid
the triumphs kiss the sky
but never arrogant
if poets ruled the world
everything will turn
from beautiful to ethereal
wrecks, clouds, smiles,
hearts, storms, bees,
dreams, humanity, havoc.
if poets ruled the world -
watch the world burn
ethereally.
and like a phoenix -
watch it resurrect.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
if poets ruled the world
i shall be at peace
for no amount of pain
will evolve into bullets
just petals, some wilted
but never not fragrant
watch men and women
and everyone in between
ignite chasms with sparks
then joy will be served
in generous servings
but never ignorant
the angst you give
will be crystals until
forgiveness cradles you
for tears will be valid
the triumphs kiss the sky
but never arrogant
if poets ruled the world
everything will turn
from beautiful to ethereal
wrecks, clouds, smiles,
hearts, storms, bees,
dreams, humanity, havoc.
if poets ruled the world -
watch the world burn
ethereally.
and like a phoenix -
watch it resurrect.
Hatred will turn into a garden where you could dwell but must come out at some point - and not bullets firing angst. Happiness will not be taken for granted for behind it is a road of sacrifices that led up to that. Your sadness won't need a reason to be real. Your reasons for being sad will be real. Everything that came before and shall come after will matter. Watch the world burn, but it will be beautiful for it will not be wrecking. It will be from the ashes of resurrection.
If only, if only.
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