You are tomorrow’s poet...
I am of today
yesterday's poets
who all went away
now only GOD knows
today,who were they
do you remember any one
then do say
it's been a long stay
since they must have all
passed away
but do remember them
else no one will remember you
as soon as you also pass
into a definite oblivion
but
till then have a sunny day
when the sun goes down
who knows
I shall also fade away...
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tomorrow
Mostly, I make sure that I have some food to eat tomorrow. Thank you for your advice.
Loved
I just became lost in where you were.
You know that my tomorrows, yesterday and today are bundled into NOW.
Leave that God figure out of it, there may be a perfect Spirt, and as we reach out for that place we will only feel loved..
Yours as always Ian..
each one for himself
some believe in GODS
others in SPIRITS
none has seen any
but Ian
I believe you and Jess only
about others I can't say anything really
they just manage to come and go simply
so let it so be
no god no spirits for me
'tis your belief keep
ONLY
no valhalla for me
not a warrior
just a meagre hack poet
but I wnt a rowboat
then not a warcraft
with dragon head!
some mead....some flesh
of beast...a minor sword
or sting
a beauty..
there are many about
shove me off on a clear
moonlit night like tonight
for all my yesterday
tomorrows and in betweens
let the pyre of my soul
climb like the shards of
sparks and the water
which is Alive...
bury me in my comfort
...
bury me in my comfort ...
but u would not know great mr esker ur
I have difficulty
following the logic of this piece. The first stanza throws me completely. The second verse suggests anyone in my memory must already be dead. Why? I have very fond memories of my sister during our childhood. She is a very lively grandmother now.
i can't cover all probalities
just brush off those you do not need
thanks for your read