"comman" poems
THE LIFE AND DEATH OF A COMMON MAN-
His face is unknown, his voice is unheard and his walk does not leave footprints in the past,
He does not stand out, he’s one among millions and no one knows how many years does he last.
His problems are petty and often overlooked when compared to important matters at hand,
For he is considered a vagabond in debt who roams on our country’s land.
He votes, pays taxes and abides by the rules but he knows it’s all in vain,
For helpless he surely is and he knows he can turn to no one to ease his pain.
Every four years he hopes of change in the system that neglects him,
But he’s unaware he’s already a part of a system that considers him at the brim.
Nine to five and six days a week is his job and he eagerly waits for Sunday to rest,
Contribute to society a little each day to progress is what he does best.
Strength in numbers is a truth he knows but unity is absent in times to revolt against the law,
He knows it’s not his companions fault but a basic human thinking’s flaw.
There will be a day when he will have the power to change but it’s a distant dream,
For today he is captured in a glass bowl and no one but himself can hear his own screams.
So he walks everyday supporting the system that doesn’t consider him a part of the plan,
A system that never did care for the life nor the death of this faceless, nameless common man.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
The Word was with him in the beginning.
And the beginning too.
Plus God is that word.
If you never see him.
Know that he is there.
There is a God.
He accepts no other God.
He recognizes none.
He alone is the only one.
In the beginning.
He created every single thing.
Gave orders to human creation to give items a name.
As he had done.
He's second to none.
Yes, there is a God.
Even if he's never seen.
He see you.
Even, if he never speaks.
He hears you.
There is a God.
He's not a man.
But a spiritual force.
Powerful to control nature.
One who should be worship.
Others can call him by a variety of names.
God still comman others to obey.
Others might even doubt his existence.
Even they mention Him by name.
Yes, there is a God.
And we shouldn't have it any other way.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
I seek to express that which cannot,
perhaps ought not,
be expressed.
I seek to find the culvert
which allows, without folly, the
articulation and the metrification of
my woes and my bows,
to you.
Ah, the woe!
That you shall flitter and flutter and fly
away
to the place that is neither here nor there,
but certainly not
here.
A place in between the pages of which
dutifully record my
fear.
A place so far within the chasms of my,
but not only my, mind
where it is (was) dark and chilling,
a place to sometimes find the
bout of the unwilling.
A place to remain
insane
in constant pain,
as I.
A place.
A place which so elegantly
falls
away
at the mere mention of...
wait.
Please!
I implore you of your presence,
please.
But I shan't beg, no,
for you will certainly begone if I mistake
thee for a comman.
So I seek to express that which cannot
be expressed.
I seek not to cage, but to
so deeply swoon you and shower upon
the rightness of our pairing that anything else is
unthinkable.
But!
First I must prove such to myself,
beyond a shadow of a doubt,
that what I seek to prove
is something of a move
to the ultimate righteousness of the vast
universe.
But I must also consider the
curse.
The curse which must foul all things
with trepidatious verse!
The curse which must beguile and
tear asunder all that is beautiful
and all that I hold dear!
The curse which always brings the
forever loathing, cooing fear!
No!
I will consider you, curse,
but no longer is your power meaningful.
No longer shall I stay trapped
in the throes of my
ever-darkening think-sphere.
No longer shall I remain transfixed upon
the betwixt,
no longer shall I lie and say
no longer.
For I know no is not an option.
I know I am cursed,
and no amount of solitary determination will
ease my mind,
but you.
You are cursed also.
I see the struggle in thine eyes
which seer in the brightest fire this
world has ever known.
I see that which you keep locked away,
from the world,
but not from me.
The ambivalent mistrust of all things which
seek to know anything, even the smallest detail
of your singular life.
I see it.
I see you.
Within you,
I see me.
Within me,
I see you.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
If you are family we have common kin.
If you are friend we have common acquittance.
Best friend, we have common friends.
Stranger, We have nothing in common.
So who do I turn to, with troubles in my circles.
For none who understand can truly keep my thoughts.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC