So we teach ourselves unaware when the feeling came about
In knowing something true when we watch our passions die
Judging envy causes loving disregard trapped in the 1st degree
Because the honesty is in the crime of someone else's dream
Shouldering up against ambition if ever we get a chance for war
Slightly stunned sometimes when everyone comes back for more
Deadly efforts in retreat that the dumb man always said would happen
Devilling demons swear the promise of never drinking any blood
Filling up with emotion if we remember to rinse thoughts out with a cry
A loving book with Biblical ideas which broke our damned knees
Returning to the issues which even the dinosaurs had buried deep
Slanderous tales told by the meanings from which we all say a prayer
Trembling torturous terrors outgrow the inevitability of future failure
Doing one's own a favour really should be merely kept as a secret
For who knows what a thought is doing even if it is mine or yours
We rejoiced in the blessing from across the globe when the sun shines
Children dancing at dawns own festival of learning how to love and laugh
When storms brew into calming everything down for reasons unknown
Foot feels sore and blistered listening to the stepping stones of peace
Remembering not yourself when the inconvenience then took hold
Dreaming in the idea that existence is always sleeping on the floor
Showered by the imitations of shadows which grew up on Gods Earth
With the birth of inventions discovering the same thing as we did before
A mothers whimper as another child is born when she gave her baby away
Taking in some seriousness if only we manage to get the chance to try
The braveness of our fathers' courage when he too sat down to cry
In our believing that the nothing ever happens when the world plays
Just in case it makes belief a better place to be when love calls misery
Bending backwards are the 9 arched bridges which every human paced
Grace gave us a chance when we showed the fire in all our love
Lived we did I know for I have the poets will.
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The poets will. Well said sir.
Thank you very kindly Nicholas Browning.
each line is like a poem in itself reading slow brings the poem to life
thank you, onepauly.
Enjoyed the challenge.
I think my writing is always a challenge to understand for the readers and even for me. when my ink is flowing it won't stop until it's finished and that's how I leave it. I very rarely rearrange any wording, not unless it's totally obvious and they never take any longer than 15 minutes to write, glad you are a challenging man. thanks, Augustus.
"Because the honesty is in the crime of someone else's dream
Shouldering up against ambition if ever we get a chance for war"
Very enviable lines Kevin
Wonderfully crafted poet a tapestry of potent truth marvelous profound message 🍻
Good write, Poets seem to have the will to keep writing and may your will never leave you.
thank you so much Goldfinch60, I really hope so x
For who knows what a thought is doing even if it is mine or yours.
Wow! I never thought about it. A thought can be just a thought and still it could affect the global energy since we are all connected through mental energy. Without saying what a thought can became or produce. Awesome write Kevin. I will need to read it more and brake it into sections because it is too rich to be considered just one part.
a thought takes just as much time to get to you on the other side of the world as it does if you were sat right night to me. so no matter where you are in the world a thought will always get to you somehow and very quickly too. whether it's mental energy or just a psychological blip that helps. regardless, that thought is never far away. good luck in reading it a bit more. my work is a bit erratic at times but I think the message gets through eventually. thank you for showing interest x
Basically, it\'s about how we look upon and see the deceit and the lies which are normally crossing our paths at some stage of our lives. I have my own perception of control in the views I have of the world which create more ideas to write about. we need to straighten this place up even if it is just the will of a poets pen.
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