Z the poet

Z the poet Sep 2020

The earth has turned for millions of years
and it will do so for millions more
It will not shed any tears
It does not cease to spin for any war

Billion can pass in the blink of an eye
Yet this blue planet of ours will continue to spin
If we yell to the heaven or below to the core it will not hear our cry
For we must only look at each other to see the true reality within

I feel not discouraged by this simple fact of a spinning sphere
For I know that the life right now I have with others is what I hold most dear

#life #calm #perspective

Z the poet Sep 2020

He who walks in the night

In shadows of the cold dark night
There live a creature created from pure fright
It is he who walks in the night
When I stroll in the day he does not appear
Yet as midnight aproaches my body is filled with fear
I wonder as my walk gathers some speed
where is this evil creature with his unspeakable deed
When I finnaly arive at my front door and ruffle the keys
I hear in the night a sound that turns my blood cold
For I know it is he who walks in the night

#story #mystery #scary #holloween

Z the poet Sep 2020

Words will never hurt me

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But those bones will heal
The words are the real tools of a man's destruction
They stay in your mind and attack you long after they are spoken
The world may spin a hundred years and yet some words still remain
Their scars will never be forgoten and perhaps forgivness is shattered
So STICKS and STONES may break my bones but the words the words they can cause a far worse fate

Z the poet Sep 2020

The bottle

I flip it
I drink it
I throw it
and yet I feel like this trapped liquid is freer than I
I can throw it in the trashcan
Remove it from my view and yet
The water is freer than I

#waternarrativepoem

Z the poet Sep 2020

Cowboy

There once was a cowboy who rode a silver donkey
His donkey was not one that was the same as he and so it wonky
This cowboy he wore a single leather boot
And clothing covered all over with soot
He sure was special man for he had something no other man possesed
No mater the skill of anyone he met or talent of their hands
This cowboy had them beat for he had mystery on his side
By the time they wrapped their head around this strange encounter
The strange cowboy was gone riding with his silver donkey

Z the poet Sep 2020

A view from my window

I sit inside and look upon the cloudy blue sky
From my view I see cars fly by
From above I see the clouds run across
I sit on the inside while the world continues to rotate
As the sunrise becomes now a sunset and the moon comes out to play

Z the poet Sep 2016

how can i

how can i move
how can i speak
how can i feel

when all my life is an illusion
shall i show the truth
shall i hide it all inside

maybe i will wait for death to come
then maybe i will see the truth
then i will experience true happiness