brazened truth
dream not of me
dream not of me
in the evening of darkness
as I step into the forest of unknown shadows
as I step inside
don’t follow me
ere the shadows envelop thee
and as in the stars and a moonlit night
the shadows lengthen,
let darkness see its end
move on into the inner stretches unknown
in the eerie night the sounds of wild
shake me not in fear
of who is what
as the walk of loneliness I pursue
into the early morning too
as sun rays play hide and seek
with the rustling leaves ….
stay far behind,
lest in the shadows still long enough
you fall into the brazened darkness of ignorance,
as the sun winds its way through
from darkness to light
my life does ensue
as I emerge as the enlightened one
still erect as sacred though not new...
Comments
thanks for your maiden visit
any better now
as the cracker
has been cracked
You are the most self-obsessed poet ever
You write a good poem in a hundred, the rest is pleading for attention.
Learn to be be a poet, not a self-obsessed wanker.
Study poetry, don't write like a machine gun, you fail constantly.
but you bless me
by saying 1 percent
so yet I'm not a zero....
too late in the evening of my life,
to change patterns
as you fire
but
there is a burning desire
like any other to create something sensational
even if it’s one out of a thousand or more
I still struggle for obsession
for which there is no cure
who can know about it
than you ever do
and for sure...