Fallen are the castles,those ruins left behind in time,where are the bards and minstrels but beneath the walls of rubble and loneliness is the last voice that sings in the quiet of desolation...
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The Ugly Truth
Hinder the moment I said untrue,
And question the rain the sky turned blue,
When I think of all things made of gold and silver,
To shine like gods among the homeless shiver.
A woman walks to the sound of freedom,
A man follows her steps to the temple found,
They pray together and laugh forever,
United they hold hands and drown in my river.
We have flown the skies so many times,
But ever have we wondered how the falcon climbs,
As the storm approaches and we cry instead,
The majestic wings beaten fierce and the eyes of dread.
Fear is great and we must all bow down,
See how the tongue must swell now,
When the higher mind must take over,
Let the words flow till the rain is over.
Change what will not change,
And lose control over the innermost face,
That smiles at you in the mirror when you cry,
Smile back at it when you know you can try.
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didn't think it would be good
ReplyDeletewhen i found this site
thank you for the great delight.
u did good ryhiming in this one,the other poems were good aswell.
I got his link from a friend of a friend,I visited because he said u did good work in poetry
thank you...i appreciate it..this blog is just something to share my ideas...hope you enjoy the upcoming poems...
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