Nostalgia Revisited
I am of this world,
Earth, Wind, Water and Fire
Of the beyond,
I have an intense desire
I am guilty of the sins of man
All shades of colour under the sun
Red blue and sometimes cyan
My fate is not beyond the clouds
Nor am I destined for hell's hounds
A flower of these gentle grounds
I must sway to life's sounds
I must climb the mountains
Sail the calm and the stormy seas
Walk through the dark forests
And dance on the flower filled leas
And when my dance is done
I must take my place in the mud
Forever under the sun
For I am of this world.
Metamorphosis
I used to believe that when you died, everything was wrapped up. There was nothing that came after. You just lived the best you could. How can I believe that now, now that you are gone from here? I cannot face life with this belief; it will not keep me going. There must be something more that transcends us all and of all that I have before me I choose love. I choose you. You make me believe!
This is so beautiful! It is a shame that I cant think of anything to say but that it is so beautiful. and it takes me to a very happy place, because it is a heavy subject lightly written, sort of like drinking vodka out of a baby's sip cup.
ReplyDeleteAmazing job!!
Heavy subject,Lightly written
ReplyDeleteScotchie took the words away RhinoDude..
In any other circumstance, i would say...
Mad Skillz..
Rhino ol'boy I was just sittin here surfing and you just made my day. that was artistical genius.
ReplyDeleteI love this,poetically beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMy opinion is that you are better off now that you belive. I remember when i first read this poem i thought to myself that i could not imagine not believing because it would leave a bleak and unsettling feeling at the bottom of my throat Fiona
ReplyDeletefuck. am hanging up my pen. u have just made me feel inadequate and trust me , thats very hard. nice piece.
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