Life spins so delicate, nimble fingers plucking strings Threading seeds in fertile soil while springtime rains Birth the rolling fields of movement and living things First begin to peek through the shroud innocent to pains Yet, there upon the horizons, a shadow is faintly cast A budding thunderstorm of humanity, coiled and ready When memories collide and future descends upon the past Then shall those rains fall, cold, tempered and steady Phases rise and set, golden, crimson azure and violets Breath swirls with incandescent mists like the wind of ghosts And while Man mans the helm of this ship, What pilots? I ask, for I am but a humble servant to the magnitude and hosts That plague this mind as I scribe events composing With the rise and fall of life so delicate and imposing.
Call now to breast, the infants and young, whose paintings Color the different foundations of all that could be again When those who know how to live, lifts voice and sings Serenading the flowers, the trees, the fauna and the grains Stand up and bow low, as the heavens come down at last Tho' listen to the warnings for gods divine oft' get heady And lose sight of their creations, for the sake of their own ass For all the bones strewn with flesh make haste and confetti Out of the world that Life so gently transcribed with no islets But come the rivers and the boundaries and the bars and posts Defending territory neither claimed nor earned by honest bets Laid to waste upon the dead and dying, and life seems so lost Gods at war, while life spins so delicate, ends opposing Ends the spring and drive in the winters ice, exposing
I sit aside and wade the day into twilight, contemplating things Like the way she died upon the sands and he screamed his pains Or how the baby held onto the fragile ends of tattered strings And the widow learned how to look up and find love again Yet, there upon the horizons, a shadow is faintly cast And I know the storms are rolling in, as the gods sit ready But this Ive mentioned earlier and so find no need to ask Or debate the truths turned fiction turned true until unsteady Earth loses momentum, angels raise their sharpened bayonets While man declines the peace newly born and so all is lost Despite how hard Life tries to paint with colors and amulets Given to the creatures under its apron, dying beneath the frost Life tried to spin so delicate, now life is dry and decomposing Laying down my pen, I must appreciate this worlds closing.
Oh wow...full of rich imagery and words. And also slightly dark, and yet very interesting to read. Very well done. :)
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
