Given a century Just to die slowly Withering daily In those who don't know me A ghost to the world An anonymous letter
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Don't run from the darkness Or hide from the light Feel the wind in your hair Like an eagle in flight Hear the streams serenade you
Fight as if you really know What it means to live Share the love of precious life For it is yours to give Don't let the world destroy your world
If once upon a time could bring back Fairy tales I chased outside Enchanted forests in my mind I’d write my fabled hero labors
Don't let me go But don't ask me to stay Just let our song play To a synchronized flow Let it take us away To resetting the clock
I deem the divine Out of time, as I court them Impregnate the fates Till I choose to abort them The muses my brood
My fire might flicker Though wild it roars When oil is thicker Than water-thin wars In my rivers of blood Which boil and fill
Absorption Of all sorts of Warped information So porously permeates My rumination An inundation Of befuddling Puddles
Lately it seems like My ocean is broken Like waves crashing into me Enter My entity Now The sea sounds A faint echo
If not alive, than what am I What is this world if not sublime It must be real These places, faces Human races Where they go and what they do
Inexorable changes Await and could make me The never the same again Pain doesn’t phase me Just days I go vaguely Recalling the slightest
What haven't I added yet To my collection What shapes have I not taken Form of a question? Incarnate my presence Needs none to acknowledge
