Poetry

Nov 26, 2006 17:33

Figuered it was about time to introduce my poetry, such as it is.
Enjoy.
The Fall of Humanity

The fall of humanity is heralded by
The trumpets of doom
The waterfall’s frozen sight
The loss of something we didn’t even know existed
We struggle with this revelation
As the laws of physics suddenly break
The rules on which society is based
Crumble in the face of such impossibility
The darkness that was hiding on the fringes of the picture
Swoops in to blanket the city
Leaving hope a relic of another time
Another age long since passed
Amidst the screaming and the bloodshed
We don’t even notice
The signs of our impending doom
We have lost and we do not realize it
Not yet not until it is too late
For anything to be done
Our laments mean nothing to the empty cosmos
Our pleas fall on no ears but our own
We are alone
We never thought we were alone
In all our time we imagined
We desperately needed to believe
That we were not alone
And so we made it all up
And we believed it
We were wrong
The universe is empty
Our souls do not exist
The fire of life belonged solely to us
What have we done
What have we done

Park Angel

I’m falling farther every time.
I’m slipping more often.
Every hour that goes by.
I find myself more lost
Than I’ve ever been before.
I don’t know which way is up.
And I’ve nowhere left to turn.
I’m lost among the graves
Of people that let go.
They just might claim this
Wandering soul tonight.

The path is growing dark.
And I just don’t know the way.
Time is running out.
And I’ve nobody to say
“It’s all gonna’ be okay.”

The rain has drowned me
In a hundred years of time.
Taken all I had,
And washed it all away.
I’m in a prison cell with
No way to escape.
I just might take the alternate
Road tonight.

I’ve known so many
Cold nights, and
So many lonely days.
I spent my life on park benches,
Crying in the rain.

And I don’t know what
I’ve lived for, but,
Lord I know I’ve tried.
I don’t where I’m going;
I don’t know if I done right.
But may spirits guide
My footsteps tonight.

I find some dry old paper,
And I set a lonely light.
I have one more thing to do
Before I leave this place tonight.

An old woman wanders, ever closer
In the dark, following the spark.
I give her my old coat,
Thought it’s seen some better days.
And I press into her hands
All the money that I’ve saved.
What a picture we must make
The old forgotten woman and I

I climb up on the bridge
That overlooks the sea
I spread my arms
As wide as if to hold a city
Like they would have me flying tonight.
I stand upon railing,
An angel of the void,
Wishing peace to all who sleep tonight.

I cast off all my sadness.
And I throw off all my fear.
I push off with my feet
And leap into the air,
Claiming the final choice tonight.

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