|Poetry Slammin About Life
Author: WonderWing PM
Like it says babyRated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 358 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 03-08-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2644495
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~written 'top of my head one after a few days sleepless~
What thoughts skirt across my mind
As I lie awake in wonder
At moving surface on the ceiling
Transporting a round of thunder
Lie awake in placidity
Fall asleep in veridity
Ready, ready, start the flow
All the engines are a-go
Take your foot off iron pedal
Spread your cloak, come, test your mettle
Lying, winging, on a prayer
A solemn wish for infant flair
A single cry from dusk to dawn
Carries meaning, carries on
Though the skies look still and placid
Though the rain is dipped in acid
Though the air is chilled, polluted
Though the Earth is not ill-suited
Not enough splendor
Not enough passion
In social gathering
In pack-hunt fashioning
Ripe, the trees, if only they'd bare
Stretched, the streams,
Like thin white wine
Where is nature?
Where is God?
In land of man- unseeing clod?
I feel no hand upon me, pressing
No forward, righteous, shy directing
Seek I the arms of chariot chairs
Rising to meet the crowd's upheld stares?
Climbing their confidence like spiraling stairs?
Seek I the reason
Behind all (the facts)
So I can breathe easy?
Then, could I relax?
I want to keep learning
I want to keep trying
This soul was not meant just for living then dying
There is a solution in living astute
A comfortable notion I pass unto you
That carries its harried, hardly hackable roots
Through years lost in transit, my creep-crawl from youth
Memories, dreams, the powers unlocked
Will head off this trail, yeah this limitless walk
Stay conscious, stay focused, remember your mind
If you're seeking wisdom, seek more of your kind
Fitness your body and fathom your ways
Calculate answers on questionless days
If you have a fear, then walk off and face it
When your powers appear, the universe will pace it
Different rotations, just, vicious cold cycles
Each earning its own born-and-sworn-in disciples
See, I, a union, beyond just this race
Sigh, I, resume our jogging in place
A/N: Again, top of my head. No laughing...............