Satisfactory thought unveiled itself to be an honest curtain for life
Shadows falling down beside us and when the light went out
A paper wrote the story for when ink discovered new ideas
A pen paralysed by some misfortune which had won anyway
That in writings undiscovered discovers a fine way to think
Shielded by a parent for whoever love lays the laws down for
In regarding expectation surely only one should really know
The distinction of when the coin never landed on heads or tails
With the exact amount of time then hope comes along with now
Perfection in mutual agreement that in everything said and done
Caught out in the wind and rain which clearly set the world alight
In any political stances admired should lose the right of thought
The concept trembled when our souls shook out our existence
Oceans drowning in silence when witnessing the floods of hope
Searching for ancient memory when the Romans invaded ours
And as each of the planets above us looks down, smiles and says
'Sometimes when we wonder the twinkle in our eyes begin to cry'
So enabling the motivation into all the religious type of thinking
Creation sat down and placed a heart on the hand of God himself
Following leaders into disarray because someone became upset
In return the planets we love spun around and ran the other way
Remembering existence has the importance to who rules the day
When one runs into the immortal soul of any legendary hopeful
For it is he who knows nothing in truth that can lead another war
For we have intentions which with retrospect a fortune loses too
My yarn has now been in a tangle with the fairy-tale of all life
And perhaps a woven interstellar mistake will live to tell another star.
- Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 13th, 2017 18:46
- Comment from author about the poem: for my interstellar poetic friend, Damaged Soul/ Kindred Spirit.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
Comments1
Sometimes our stars turn corners and bruise our heels...I love this a thousand times over. Perfection for our friend.
thank you Heather T. we often enough use the universe and all its ingredients to show our expression of human thought about it and many writers before we have succeded in doing this so well writing have gone back thousands of years. I sit with the Gods in believing Damaged Soul/ Kindred Spirit should have a pace in the history of our Universe and our poetry. I am very honured by this man.
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