The hour of decision is made
to light the torch for the brave
The storms of life come rushing in
some are immediate and quick...
others prompt the imagination
still we play on the one string we are dealt
iron sharpens iron to show each other home
if one had an idea
To soar like the eagle to places far unknown
playing second fiddle like a dog without a bone
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need
Caged fury
sex, drugs & rock and roll
let the sweet freedom come into your soul
we have become cumbersome to this world
Faces, spaces & traces
Mark the man willing to explore
Lest I implore another opened door
Let's look above to the heavenly love
prone in desire
A gun for hire
in vast temple's of doom
many heads are gun to soon
bask in the vast array of mere simplistic desire
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Hello
I might have not got the full message of this piece but I have absolutely enjoyex both the images presented and the internal rhymes.
I think this can easily split to two separated poems. Just a thought.
Enjoyed
Chev
A good stab at reality expressed in parts.
It could be continuous as one poetic run.
It sounds as if there is a sadness laden life.
A blame on surroundings and actions of others
Life is hard, if it were easy
we would all become complacent and die early
Yet we fight each day the elements
and all around us the progress of humanity.
We must change and learn but maybe we
Have missed the party..
Love to all out there, Yours Ian..
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do not critique harshly).
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