liontamer
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I just wrote a poem for class along some guidelines...and i felt I did a good job. Anyone care to comment?
Blasphemy
Shattered by society, lain in ruin by the mortar and brick of commerce,
A slave of the people, sifting through souls of mercy and injustice,
Sleeping in euphoric fantasy, wave after wave of wonderful nothing.
Like water falling…drip dropping like dew on the blades of grass,
The drums beat methodically.
Step after step, minute-by-minute, tick tick tick,
Time moves like a clock stroke after stroke.
Pleasant rhymes in dreary times and melodic happiness strumming on the strings,
The music dances, fills the air, raises the clouds and traps their minds in a sweet blaze of sulfur.
Hopping around, hand-in-hand, with fists full of flowers, burning piles of ash and molten lead,
Pain is nothing, fear is a mere downside…the ears are happiness and the fingers are the tools.
Lights flashing, passing by, moving slow and fast, the chatter of the birds pings off of your forehead, leaving their mark,
On the verge of chaos the world teeters endlessly, hoping to recover yet forever doomed,
The angels look down; demons look up, while specters and lions dream in the meadow.
Lips pressed, lungs compressed, screeching is never better,
Bouncing softly across the air and body, the melody releases and cures all, enticing those in a whirl of swirling notes.
Minds erased, nothing takes place, run from everything while standing in place,
Fear everything, trust nothing, believe what you want, hate what you can, everything is a threat while nothing is your friend.
Laughter is communication, crying is a wonderful life of bliss, reality is unreal,
Rolling through fields of shining innocence, playing in the meadow of yesterday,
Melting, everything melts, fades away into light, swinging and falling, mixed with anguish and desire, the truth becomes known.
Blasphemy
Shattered by society, lain in ruin by the mortar and brick of commerce,
A slave of the people, sifting through souls of mercy and injustice,
Sleeping in euphoric fantasy, wave after wave of wonderful nothing.
Like water falling…drip dropping like dew on the blades of grass,
The drums beat methodically.
Step after step, minute-by-minute, tick tick tick,
Time moves like a clock stroke after stroke.
Pleasant rhymes in dreary times and melodic happiness strumming on the strings,
The music dances, fills the air, raises the clouds and traps their minds in a sweet blaze of sulfur.
Hopping around, hand-in-hand, with fists full of flowers, burning piles of ash and molten lead,
Pain is nothing, fear is a mere downside…the ears are happiness and the fingers are the tools.
Lights flashing, passing by, moving slow and fast, the chatter of the birds pings off of your forehead, leaving their mark,
On the verge of chaos the world teeters endlessly, hoping to recover yet forever doomed,
The angels look down; demons look up, while specters and lions dream in the meadow.
Lips pressed, lungs compressed, screeching is never better,
Bouncing softly across the air and body, the melody releases and cures all, enticing those in a whirl of swirling notes.
Minds erased, nothing takes place, run from everything while standing in place,
Fear everything, trust nothing, believe what you want, hate what you can, everything is a threat while nothing is your friend.
Laughter is communication, crying is a wonderful life of bliss, reality is unreal,
Rolling through fields of shining innocence, playing in the meadow of yesterday,
Melting, everything melts, fades away into light, swinging and falling, mixed with anguish and desire, the truth becomes known.
