"travelor" poems
I've wandered in garbage and tasted mirages
Sweet and tempting lie,
This place makes me question why,
Why this, why that,
What happened to class?
Did it disappear on a distant lore?
Did it choke on promises at the morgue?
Oh travelor, of outer space
And the most intimate chase
-the heart.
Twisted in a goblins fold
Or
Wicked devil of the soul;
How sad.
To be Alone,
How terrible the stories told
-in laughter.
Just to keep from frowning,
Gravity does not exist.
To hold together this fragile wish
- Of contact.
Earthlings are all the same,
But Jupiter shares my name.
We've stormed inside a red delight,
We've cried in arms so tight!
And now he is so far away...
And now there remains only shame,
Alien.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
Lost in a forest of confusion.
A lonely travelor has lost his way.
Now he's reached a fork in the road.
Two choices lay before him, but only one decision to make.
It's not the choice of right or wrong or good or bad.
It is of what could be verses what already is.
Once he has chosen, he cannot turn back.
He can only go forward, into the darkness.
But, which path will you choose?
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC