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like I said I'm really into writing, I may suck at it, but shoot me for it, I don't think I could stand living without it. so here's one of my crappy poems, I'll try to post one every once in a while till I've caught up with the present date, this first one is a bit morbid, but I like it.... also it's more like a set of three (third's the best)
I
Do you hear them weep, my sweet?
Hear them lament their own deceit
as they stumble cobbled street
in search of whips, and bats to beat
in preparation for eternal heat
this creature is Man, you wish not meet.
II
In the question "what is man?"
Is he beastly or seraphan?
A few thoughts come to mind.
That man is more complex,
he's good and evil in his kind
that is why philosophers vex
to cage the demons they there find
or free feathered wings from bind.
III
Can you hear the whimpering,
of the ice melts in the spring?
Can you hear the men who cry
as the seasons flit and fly?
The Spring of life begins to die
and o'er it's grave the harvest rye
their glory days have passed them by.
He used to savor warbling note
tossed from songbird's well tuned throat
But never did he from nature stray
he passed his dreams the human way
masochistic all the day
pushing love and light away
running off with petty fray.
Such, my dear, is the shade of man
to burn the bridges that ,gaps, do span
His only joy to cause self pain
on his own parade to rain
to thereby drive himself insane
with his hateful, hurtful brain
and by his deed his heart is slain