Steps
This is a poem i have been working on for a while. I have rewritten it twice and i am still not really happy with it.
It's about life i guess and fears. It's about Dreams. Its about the contrast of beauty and ungliness. Its random thoughts of reality and of the surreal and things that are a bit off. It's about truth and lies.
I have titled it before, but none suited it. So i guess i will give it the shortest name i can so not to give you any preconsived notions of what to think when your reading it.
Just let your mind go where it goes.
This poem is about everything and nothing!
Risk and rewards
Cold water won’t hold my ideas
Hair on my head won’t hold my desires.
Tithes and offering in a corner
Cold, alone.
Cannot move, I dare not move
Try to stay warm and sleep
Through my shivering and shaking.
Oh, we are the ones whose souls are devoured!
Glorious Deja’ vu!
You are a smile!
And in your smile I live
If that joy doth leave
The wheel will cease to spin
For practise makes perfect.
Velvet square I will embrace
Try and burn my self on
Kingdom grace: flames are high, cover my face.
The triangle may cut, but would it be too deep to bleed?
Can’t talk when there is cotton in my mouth.
Drink bitter life and better health.
Try to kill my fear
But can’t cut the corners
Three stories high to jump.
One less fugitive on the run
I shoot straight from the hip.
What is the secret? Tell me one more time!
Knowing nothing against my self.
Let us again dance that dance.
Step on my toes and I will speak
Slap me; I will impart love so sweet.
Come back again!
For I love I do not creep.
I will honour your descent.
For my feelings don’t pay your rent.
My day off is that I don’t smell your scent.
The wine is sweet,
But I dare not drink
Lest I fall into sin.
But oh how I could lose my self in your limbs.
It as if I never sinned
I pray I do not remember to forget
The things I thought into existence.
The things I fought for.
Fall into this so hard.
Soft feathers and hard-boiled steel
Concrete will
Foolishness!
Just hold on baby girl,
I will meet you in the end.
I was framed and bought
Put me on your wall!
This heart of mine is weakening with every deception.
Sour tasting midmouth expression.
Here I am and that’s all I know
The rivers flow to a place unknown.
There you are, stand and fall or leave and plead
For a human touch.
Reaching with a hand unfolding
Cannot touch grace, can not find any place
To call home or victory!
The Gate of beauty leaps to this sound of splendour!
Hammer in hand; destroy what is left in glory.
Veiw the paths I took but leave respect untouched.
Walk on as I leave… Don’t say you remember when.
There is no when….
I in the end have failed to live as one.
No longer human.
Cold water won’t hold my ideas
Hair on my head won’t hold my desires.
Tithes and offering in a corner
Cold, alone.
Cannot move, I dare not move
Try to stay warm and sleep
Through my shivering and shaking.
Oh, we are the ones whose souls are devoured!
Glorious Deja’ vu!
You are a smile!
And in your smile I live
If that joy doth leave
The wheel will cease to spin
For practise makes perfect.
Velvet square I will embrace
Try and burn my self on
Kingdom grace: flames are high, cover my face.
The triangle may cut, but would it be too deep to bleed?
Can’t talk when there is cotton in my mouth.
Drink bitter life and better health.
Try to kill my fear
But can’t cut the corners
Three stories high to jump.
One less fugitive on the run
I shoot straight from the hip.
What is the secret? Tell me one more time!
Knowing nothing against my self.
Let us again dance that dance.
Step on my toes and I will speak
Slap me; I will impart love so sweet.
Come back again!
For I love I do not creep.
I will honour your descent.
For my feelings don’t pay your rent.
My day off is that I don’t smell your scent.
The wine is sweet,
But I dare not drink
Lest I fall into sin.
But oh how I could lose my self in your limbs.
It as if I never sinned
I pray I do not remember to forget
The things I thought into existence.
The things I fought for.
Fall into this so hard.
Soft feathers and hard-boiled steel
Concrete will
Foolishness!
Just hold on baby girl,
I will meet you in the end.
I was framed and bought
Put me on your wall!
This heart of mine is weakening with every deception.
Sour tasting midmouth expression.
Here I am and that’s all I know
The rivers flow to a place unknown.
There you are, stand and fall or leave and plead
For a human touch.
Reaching with a hand unfolding
Cannot touch grace, can not find any place
To call home or victory!
The Gate of beauty leaps to this sound of splendour!
Hammer in hand; destroy what is left in glory.
Veiw the paths I took but leave respect untouched.
Walk on as I leave… Don’t say you remember when.
There is no when….
I in the end have failed to live as one.
No longer human.
For another version of this poem go to http://blog.myspace.com/lisen2mynoise it is titled Sense of Grandeur on that sight... like i said it has went through name chnages.
posted by Dead 2 MySelf at 7:09 PM
1 Comments:
hey byron, im liking the poem.
im gettin an analogy to try to make sense of it in my mind. its kinda like a boxing match (although ive never been in a real one... or a race). we run for a goal or to knock the other guy on his hinie but we get tired and nothing seems to be accomplished. things ALWAYS seem like they are losing hope. but i guess the person who wins is the person who keeps reminding himself of the truth... this guy will fall if i keep hitting him cuz hes only a man.
i guess for us relating it to life and our faith we must keep reminding ourself that there is a victory in the end for those who keep faith in the truth.
thanks for the poem byron, happy easter. did you know in holland they have 2 easters... they call it easter 1 and easter 2 but i dont know why yet.
perry
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