
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Friday, February 29, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
All Life Suffering... - A Poem

All Life Suffering...
All Life
Mystics Say
Nothing Suffering
Along the Way
Timeless Space
Nothing Supreme
No Thing Is
More Real Dream
Call Life Everything
But Illusion
Birth Death
Spring Forth Silent Collusion
Conspire Lightly
Drifting Dark
Less Notice Less Growth
Suspect
Singing Morning Lark
Notice Child Living Flower Dying
Know
Absent Lying
Less Truth
Cowardly Aged Lion
Lacking Claw
No Tooth
Stalk
Night Tide Hunter
Lesser Beast of Prey Pray
No Suffering
Bruised Children
No Pain No Rainbow
No Illusion
Children Hiding
Crying Dying Not.
All Life Suffering
Not
No Thing No Suffering.
Mystics Say
Nothing Suffering
Along the Way
Timeless Space
Nothing Supreme
No Thing Is
More Real Dream
Call Life Everything
But Illusion
Birth Death
Spring Forth Silent Collusion
Conspire Lightly
Drifting Dark
Less Notice Less Growth
Suspect
Singing Morning Lark
Notice Child Living Flower Dying
Know
Absent Lying
Less Truth
Cowardly Aged Lion
Lacking Claw
No Tooth
Stalk
Night Tide Hunter
Lesser Beast of Prey Pray
No Suffering
Bruised Children
No Pain No Rainbow
No Illusion
Children Hiding
Crying Dying Not.
All Life Suffering
Not
No Thing No Suffering.
**************************************
Labels:
child abuse,
Daisy Dying,
death,
life,
poem,
suffering
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Death of Dreams - A Poem

I threw away
Yesterday
Things I thought were me.
Letters of appreciation
Pictures showing recognition
Records of successful deeds
Certificates
Thick as weeds
Growing wild in garden now forgotten
No longer tended
Fruits all rotten
To the very core of each.
Still I reach
Grope
Seek
Don't find
Meaning.
Blind
I cannot see
Something left of me
Something-not that trash
Burnt quickly to an ash-
Something
Meant
Only to inspire.
Longing.
An other dream?
Tired
I dare not dream
Dare not sleep.
Death of Dreams
Means
Agony
Screams
Wait impatiently.
Be free.
Dare to dream.
Yesterday
Things I thought were me.
Letters of appreciation
Pictures showing recognition
Records of successful deeds
Certificates
Thick as weeds
Growing wild in garden now forgotten
No longer tended
Fruits all rotten
To the very core of each.
Still I reach
Grope
Seek
Don't find
Meaning.
Blind
I cannot see
Something left of me
Something-not that trash
Burnt quickly to an ash-
Something
Meant
Only to inspire.
Longing.
An other dream?
Tired
I dare not dream
Dare not sleep.
Death of Dreams
Means
Agony
Screams
Wait impatiently.
Be free.
Dare to dream.
*********************************
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)














.jpg)