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Author Name: Freemelancholyheart 1 Comments
Date Added: March 08, 2009 14:03:17 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Resurrection
I sit contemplative and quiet,
Look around and try to find it,
Innocent eyes open wide,
I swear I didnít know what I was doing inside.
Blackened lungs and heart,
Itís a shame but not a start,
I found the looming man,
Eyes of yellow and gray, when they looked away I ran.
Up in arms over infinite lesions,
Summer brings winter through all four seasons,
I find myself looking way up high,
Raising my hands and whispering ďwhy?Ē
He doesnít answer, he doesnít care,
Heís also just looking for a way out of here.

Look up to God and mouth the words,
Hate filled rage of the dissenters,
Will always match reverence,
In terms of strength and perseverance.
Beautiful light fades tragic lines,
And binds short sightedness with lethal land mines.
The ambush starts in the printed words,
And spreads like disease through the converts,
Cleansing fire will right the wrongs,
Erase the memories of a thousand wayward songs.
The night is clear and the air is pure,
Stagnant blood spins once more.
Once a miserable worthless waste,
Now smiles down with divine distaste.

We once saw light pool at our feet,
Only to be swept away drained defeat,
We lost the game when you walked away,
I must confess I may have pled for you to stay,
But that was all blind eye enthusiasm,
Cause Iím addicted to the pain of losing.
Now I look back and smile as you try to grab,
My heart from my chest and add one more stab,
To itís lucid oozing wound of fate,
You taught me nothing but cynicism and hate,
It is better to have loved and lost,
As long as you leave her underground covered in frost.
Until the moon decides to mortal flesh maim,
I forsake you, your memory and the way you whisper my name.
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Comment By: FreeMujtaba H Zaidi on May 16, 2009 12:49:56 AM Report
Wonderful expression of warm, but aggressive feelings and emotions dear poet....!!!!!




 


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