"reversely" poems
all the tables
are turned
but
all the chairs
are remained
frozen
©IGMS
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
We sit inside our man-made havens,
Preferring to act unaware and undeterred.
Black is not white nor can it never be,
For that would be a world reversely turned.
We drink in only the logical, Leaving
Our thirst for truth parched and dry.
For and outcome undefined would never do,
So we decide not to try.
If by living a live of oblivion,
Following the “right” path all the while,
Yet North in fact turns out to be East,
Shouldn’t logic itself be put on trial.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
It started with a look
who am I to know were the eyes lead.
I walked life blind sided,
it was always me.
I needed too much but gave so little
isn't that how a **** life story issues.
you took me out the me out the darkness and showed me the light
Thought it was right when I had you by my side.
said "I'm to pale" and showed me the sun.
you showed me the beach as we walked hand in hand and left life trail.
the sun sets...looks like the suns red....
from a distance we can hold the sun with our own hands.
This light brought love and that's pain
you changed my weather but this heat brought rain.
I broke the rules of this dam game
Left my world and joined yours. such a pity shame
Took control of your mind but couldn't enter your heart
1 body 2 organs, life's knowledge you don't think
you just love and
Just run with it, run with
The faster you run the faster it beats....
while mine dies slow.
"your chasing love", go forth and find it so
I fall back... back to my world as you go.
Walked the beach onward reversely
Just one set of feet as I saw,
your steps, my steps and my steps got washed away.
is this how ****** feels once you get away
Death is on my mind synonymous with your name.
But I wont run like Assata I'll stay.
I'll stay and fight like Amaru
I've always been a Shakur.
In the darkness I recite these words
"we were not meant to be those feelings were just lips"
Now your face became a blur
your body heat became a shiver.
As I hope you'll find the love your searching for.
It started with a look. Who am I to tell were my eyes might lead is always been me. Nobody else. I'm back home.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC