My first poem, bear with me
would really appreciate if someone left comments/tips
Prose without pause,
or a gift of gab;
pretentious thoughts
flawed by human emotions;
life without a cause
or a destined fare,
Devilish nature
of the son of Adam.
Plight of our generation:
no great depression
no civil war,
no fight for freedom,
no known destructible evils.
The evil that I know
to which I still bow
Capitalism.Consumerism.
Afraid of our failure
made known to all,
I have a dream
of the great fall.
Wish I have a flash of
sitting beside God
saying to me:
"You did alright;
you lived life though confused
you enjoyed, you cried;
you befriended & aggravated,
hated & loved,
fantasized & achieved;
cheated & lied;
declined & appeased;
No influence you know of
you had on a soul
but at this young age
if you lose hope,
you won't experience
the life on earth.
Take joy in the leaves,
joy in the sun,
in the sand,concrete;
even the gun.
One day you'll sit beside me
as will everyone you have loved
or looked down upon.
Know that the secret of life
was not to win,
not to succeed,
but flawed by the clay
that made you,
crooked the container
that shaped you,
born out of lust or desire
of man and woman,
to once again be one
like it was before:
Oh son of Adam
it was to just live." |
Oh Son of Adam!
Posted - 25 Feb 2006 : 23:15:14
