Whispering Ghosts.

kevin browne

As indeed a course is made for the path to write its opinion on
Stripped apart from desperation is the ground for unforgiving
A life straightened up concluding there was an ability to fight
Caring for the years that lay ahead and finding their doubt
Dispersed divisions calling in the images of the always impossible
Sickening slopes are falling beneath the staircase towards eternity
Whispering ghosts are shivering in the darkness of their dreams
Concerning information for mindless emotions that somehow cry
Arms crossed, knuckles clenched and with wrinkles on a frown
Anywhere thoughts may take you that a wonderful world is born
Mounted on a mantle piece for the architect to rip out a heart
Following instinct instructed the myth of the Ouija board to die
Monopoly imports floating across the riddled parts of Bermuda
Inside a bottle of empty begins the event of it never happening
Steps are taken and hold fortunes for other strange dimensions
Tingling sensations are feeling the effects of when the fire stopped
Increasing numbers to work out the new physical particle parties
The birth of those Jesus Christ's who managed to string it all in
Astonishing flights of manoeuvres strayed over what's wrong
Saying something at a school with teaching thought how to rule
When the brothers and sister take over the world for survival
Success in dealing with the appointments that ensure philosophy
Copying carelessly from rituals from the grave staked out on pegs
Then graveyards appeared to be scared of who was coming next
Turning figures of liberty featured behind the scenes of disasters
Volcanoes are furiously burned to cinders with the ashes sealed up
Drinking souls of huge consequences bouncing from here to there
Fill in the areas missed but there again can never be remembered
structured departments flowering in scents of disarray distractions
Keeping up with the intentions a planet has its direction in space
Forever calling a tear to come back and wipe away the attraction
By far a free time spent alone can make the most of important
Living spiritually and enhanced with the illusions of its reality
Left outside for the memory fades and will always walk away.

  • Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2017 07:14
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 39
  • User favorite of this poem: Nathan Fairchild.
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  • willyweed

    How do you go this deep so early in the morning? excellent insight!

    • kevin browne

      well, I'm not too sure how this was done early in the morning but it worked I think. topman willywed.

    • Azura Nightsong

      This is a fascinating poem, and had much insight. I loved reading this!

      • kevin browne

        thank you, insight is a thing that I love to create. glad you liked it, my friend.

      • Heather T

        I can't imagine how furiously the wheels of your brain must spin when you pen all these deep wonders. Thank you for sharing your smoke.

        • kevin browne

          you put that in a way I haven't thought of before, but generally, I tend to write when I am at ease and relaxed which is a good thing anyway for the body. thank you for sharing your sounds a bit dodgy but I always keen to share none-the-less. thank you for your interest, Heather T.

        • ShannonXx

          A absolutely great write

          • kevin browne

            That's very kind of you to say that ShannonXx. hope you're keeping really well.

          • malubotelho

            Steps are taken and hold fortunes for other strange dimensions. Kevin, love the dimention thing. This one I will have to read trice to get more.

            • kevin browne

              glad to hear from you malubotelho, and I'm pleased you will be inserting more time to get more from it. good luck and wish you well.

            • Poetic Dan

              I won't lie I look at your work and think I'm too tired to take that all in. Half way down and it's like a breeze, then the wording to end it off!
              Wow my friend just wow, I'll keep walking if you keep hitting that fullstop....

              • kevin browne

                you fill my tears with happiness that is rarely found, my friend. what a beautiful way to put it and I won't lie to you either, that full stop is a passion I own and hope I never lose. Thanks so much.

              • Nathan Fairchild

                Amazing write. I even had to read it twice which is what all artists should strive for. That wow factor that astounds and inspiries the mind. My favorite line is "Saying something at a school with teaching thought how to rule". For which is very true, for speaking thoughtlessly is not only reckless but irresponsible. Words have more power than most give proper credit.

                • kevin browne

                  Hi Nathan, nice to meet you and I'm taken aback with your words. we all strive for our desires and I'm certainly on that road so will keep on striving. you give credit that's for sure. thank you.

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