The Poem of Poems
This is my Poem of Poems, for you.
Every word ineluctably true:
I love you.
Keywords/Tags: love, poem, poems, poetry, true, words, word, affirmation, final, statement, true, truth
to all who feel like doing truly
rude things, letting loose your fury
as a variant, shooting some bullets
all the imprudent bullies
putting yoofs & adults into gloom &
pushing them to that very solution
will do as ones to get ruined
and if you are one
of them, hope your fu-ner-al
would differ from those that are u-su-al
it should be full of fun
whether or not that is sui-ta-ble
although it has nothing to do with me, those vultures should suffer
Where the weight
Of the shadow
The depth of the pain
Less is more
When the light
In the soul
The pure happiness
Genre: Abstract Minimalist
Theme: Measurements || Statements
I have my own world..
Different from the others..
I have my own rules..
It's depending on the situation..
I have my own statement..
It's beyond of my delution..
I like make a sentences with a difficult word to understand..
It's all of my hallucination..
And make my previous life become my imagination...
Then, good night...
the Cardinal in full plumage
is a handsome bird
both male and female
but the adolescent Cardinal
not so much
it looks a splotchy ragged mess
its act not yet together
adult plumage will come of course
but acts don’t stay together
adulthood isn’t a plateau
of competence and handsome looks
that last until the breakdowns of old age
every year the grownups molt
have to change their feathers
rebuilt their looks and means of flight
people are like that too
without the features
and more staggered periods of change
less assurance that the new
attitudes friends and habits
will work that they’ll feel comfortable
within their skin
with or without features we
are all subject to the weather
poisoning of water the local pecking order
and then death
we all seem to flit around more than is needed
we all sing our joys and needs and warnings
we all proclaim our right to be here
no matter what our plumage
no matter how we sing
In open ended words
tis open ended world
but silent scaled eyed inaction
nor writ response may prove futile on time sensitive stride
we fail, we fall we
and alone succumb
so say it sing it and write it
be thy thankful for poetry
teaching those asleep to wake up
to speak with action then
the brightest star
at dart to bull's eye
an essay writ conquering
far and wide
it changes mind then ignites
All Hearts Alike
aiming ever high
changing the world
stride by stride
All rights reserved
Experincing defeat makes a
poet and poetess
open ended wise
to travel far
All this having spanned
since a borning
is the activity of Sleeper Agent
This Agent has grown Impy
of this lively drumming of clingings
It is recognised and marked as ;
an irreverent viewing
A clearer work must commence
an underlying detached being
Operations within the drama life
are now operations in a training ground
All these efforts are toward Project Awake
and projected life is now secondary
What is the one thing
that happened in your yesterday
You can't live without?
No one really judges
A Presidential pardon for all inmates and the expulsion of every American's arrest and incarceration record. Change the lives of forty million people and see the economy roar the Lion's head.
What could be more, Christian?
America never understood the message of Jesus and still does not get it.