This is a poem from my book,
"A grateful Poetry"
2018
...
faith,
are you my soul?
Do you lived in my dreams?
Can you be my food?
say that i am a mystery of sound,
unmindful without proper expectations,
livable without full support,
remember me when i am gone,
River,
flows as our hearts gets cold,
flows down trough the stones and soil,
smooth down to my inner soul,
can you determine what is life and what is journey?
filled with laughter and joy, it is so intense lately,
river flows as the world turns deeply,
slowly, as our life, shortly interrupted,
clearly like our feet balances swiftly,
craving with tenderly smooth flow of love,
but can't do love himself or herself,
and can't either do love his life or her life,
Are you satisfied with your care?
rephrasing the words,
Are you satisfied as you care?
we are living in this strange world with tons of foolish creatures,
made with stones that are thrown to those who can't accept that they are part of them,
dreaming, that someday,
that one of us maybe granted with powers,
powers that are aren't real, yeah, powers,
powers that are life enhancing, yeah that's power,
there are many livable places in the world,
one must choose either just to live or end up to death,
this is a test on how strong you can be,
besides it matters only kn what you can do.
Clean?
isn't it beautiful to be clean?
not literally, some were deceived by this,
They dive too deep,
It is in our soul maybe?
words to be thrown, maybe?
clean? When you say sorry?
I know you can,
answer this, maybe.
inner life versus outside reality,
clean versus radiant glow,
life versus death and sorrow,
it matters where you can join or follow,
sake,
sake for the deepness of soul within,
clean?
revive?
short?
three words that sounds so lame,
and isn't actually similar to each other,
say,
say that this time is a downfall of thoughts and imagination,
there are things that we are trying to do but we can't do it right,
revive,
revive you inner soul and heart,
your veins with warm blood,
your heart with sadness,
your heart is empty, without God,
are you crazy?
some what happy?
creepy? psychopath?
everyone is different from each other,
love one another,
today you must gather,
love versus hate,
clean versus radiant,
sight versus pages,
book versus covers,
titles versus work,
life versus death,
GOD VERSUS WORLD.
YOU ARE READING
Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain
PoezieA poetry of insanity •I know you're reading this for fun, but it isn't Fun at all• Highest Rank: #1 in poetry - September 2021 #2 in poetry - January 2020
