take good care
watch your step
death lays there
in your breath
and hangs right
over your head
watch out for the wild beast
who was told about your arrival
it waits hungrily for its dinner.
But not to worry, for he too knows
that you are very powerful
and will be cautious.
take good care, i wish you well.
i like to write and its often either from an experience i have had or just a really random idea that perhaps wont make much sense even if it does rhyme. i can be rather gory sometimes so sorry if its bothering to some. i dont wanna pretend to be an expert at literature because im actually a rookie, but i enjoy it and some of my friends have really liked them so here i share them for those who wish to read 'em.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Interesting Vision
A storm blows the wind stronger than before. I hold on to the cliff top
trying not to fall. The sky is dark violet and roaring thunders. The
dangerous sea above me looks beautiful in the sunset light that comes
through that side without clouds on the colorful canvas of wind. below
me the rocks are like diamonds, deadly as them too with the sharp points
heading skyward. i look back up and there you are with an outstretched
hand trying to help but your figure vanishes like a vision as I let go
the cliff. goodbye, I think as the rocks touch my skin.
Won't Hush when I Wanna Speak
At the sound of music
my voice will follow
at the brush stroke
my hand will mimic
and when I'm done
it will be your work
that gets the credit
but it is my own
that has the soul
and the heart
poured into it
with carefully sang notes
and steadily made strokes
so everyone will notice
but I am sorry
i didn't mean
to steal the spotlight
my soul cant be silenced
when it wishes to speak out
weather to lead or to follow
everyone will see the power
and know the strength
behind the suddenly
effortless and gentle smile
that only shows itself
on these very rare occasions
enjoy it while its here
or fear its intentions
and don't underestimate me,
not if you value what you're worth.
All credits on this poem belong to me.
my voice will follow
at the brush stroke
my hand will mimic
and when I'm done
it will be your work
that gets the credit
but it is my own
that has the soul
and the heart
poured into it
with carefully sang notes
and steadily made strokes
so everyone will notice
but I am sorry
i didn't mean
to steal the spotlight
my soul cant be silenced
when it wishes to speak out
weather to lead or to follow
everyone will see the power
and know the strength
behind the suddenly
effortless and gentle smile
that only shows itself
on these very rare occasions
enjoy it while its here
or fear its intentions
and don't underestimate me,
not if you value what you're worth.
All credits on this poem belong to me.
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