Lost inspiration street
shipwrecked dreamers fleet
day dressed tasteless
in head only mess ...
Poet,never trust your pen
or you will be in pain !
It's a cheater and cunning fraudster
crushing your words like a brutal hammer !
Draw a rainbow on the oblivion
when the desired subject is gone ...
Poet,mirror's reflection ,questioning ,
spirit,bitter pit , cursing ...
You'll have to push this rock
despite the crowd's joke...
You've chosen the way of rebellion
but you're only an encaged lion...
To be or not to lie
love and let die ...
How to solve the enigma
of life's unfathomable drama ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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So shall the word be that goes out from My mouth; it shall not return to me void, But it shall accomplish what I please, And it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it.
too much inspired comment for my humble spirit ...
I agree, it really does have the final say.
Enjoy your work.
There is a melody of frustration in the poet's voice that merges with the music of his words...
Beautiful writing!
Thanx...How hard to roll this rock is !
The poet experiences life with more than just the physical senses, his mind, his consciousness searches for that "beyond" that explains everything, and keeps him always reaching for it. Beautifully penned!
This notion of ''beyond '' is one of my great existential question.
Thank you for sharing !
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