I inquire to know
gentle reader heed my call
what is good?
what is bad?
for I am trapped in vertigo
gravity no longer holds me
and the sun no longer shines.
Caring about each other is a crime?
Killing? Murder is upheld?
Is this a warped Orwellian nightmare?
am I it's sole witness?
floating in vertigo in the vacuum of nothing?
when was reason robbed?
when did the world fall on it's axis?
when did cow's become carnivores
pouncing on the lions and feasting on their bones?
when did life become a tool that anyone can abuse?
when did death begin to equal justice?
When was compassion outlawed?
people being taken into custody without reason.
Is the world so corrupt?
does no one have a brain?
do we throw away our privacy and freedom over nothing?
did 5000 years history leave no mark?
I feel trapped in vertigo
can anyone help me?
or am I to float in the vast dank forever?
Pave way
for we are slaves
eating from the street trough
Whatever comes our way
be it lettuce or scraps
we swallow it the same
We swallow it all
that's why we're slaves
unable to stand before oppression
So we crawl upon our knees
quadruped in need
eating from the street trough
deprived of humanity
Follow me dear
you are lost
alone in the eternal woods
I shall lead you out of here...
This dream world is nothing
a lie I'd rather not see you bare
So take my hand
I shall lead you out of here
This world stole my sanity
I'd rather not it steal another
hurry fore the time is near
Take my hand
So I can lead you out of here.
THE DAWN OF WINTRY SPLENDOR
The orb of winter shining
oh so brightly in the sky
casting rays upon the dawn
lightly coloring the ground
We wake to see the essence
burned eternally to our minds
we walk through the door
into the open zones beyond
the fresh air hits our lungs
we begin to feel alive
in the dawn of wintry splendor
day shortly follows
guarded by closely by the rays.
Does no one read Poems anymore?
Do my poems suck? Is that it?
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SEARCHING FOR THE LOST STARE
Where is hope
so Forlorn
all the things I used to know
suffocated in front of me
all Obscene
Where is heart
where is love
I thought those were real
seems Twas wrong
by the raging brooks with their cerulean strides
lamenting the mist with fizz awry
I stand near lonely meadows pondering
what happened to my painting of earth
what scoundrel dared to rape it
what happened to the purity of the natures
what Miscreant dared taint it.
Touching every tree, their brown rough beneath my fingertips
passing their fears and anger towards me.
I sit and stare at the last remnants of my painting
Without Hope, heart, or future.
its been taken from me.
stolen by some cretin,
and I haven't the brush to paint it anew.
I am angry at the world
I am angry at the sun
Every person's smile pisses me off
And I want them all gone.
I am angry at the world
I am angry at the air
I'm sick of seeing prissy faces
get me out of here.
I despise your Voice
I despise your lies
I don't know who you are
But if your reading this
I hate you anyway
And if you skipped over this poem
to read some meaningless bullshit
I'll be there one day
Spitting on your grave.
Where I lurk in shadows
a ghost reminds my name
whispering,
Chanting
Holding my hand in darkness
The warmth I've never known
Caressing
Breathing
Pulling me up into the clouds
Where Light enrobes me
Higher
Endlessly
Into the cloud kingdom
I leave my body behind
Forever.
COMMENTS
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LunaMaxwell
18:43 Apr 05 2010
i wonder about these things everyday. the world is & will always be corrupt. if we think about it, humans, by nature, never get along perfectly. the world isnt and will never be a utopia. it is indeed very unfortunate