I let it slip all ego and time And all them filthy thieves of the mind I'm immersed in the stars, Seduced by the solitude of the moon. Trapped in the void Where only the truth survives. Upon the gentle breeze That is warm and blessed, You can hear weary souls confess. But there no deed to comprehend Or try to understand, For all beings are transient And will surely die, Only God is eternal Hope the sun in the sky. Tumbling down to a blissful sleep With the cool grass Soothing my feet.
i don't think i'm egomaniac but this wilL be the best poem ever written it's gonna be epic forget your kubla khan's and wordsworth's insufferable daffodils swaying in the wind this will blow your fucking mind better than whiskey and coke combined change your perspective take you to higher plain make you the de la lama of the soul
so get me my paper fetch me my pen it's time to start it's time to begin aaaahhh no aaaahhh fuck i haven't a clue i'm completely stuck
The angel of the midnight moon Casts tranquail spells On the silent stillness of the streets As i wander down lonely lanes My spirit fills with joyful flames
No prison cell nor rented shack nor a house upon hill All I have is song for midnight moon And pavement beneath my feet I sing of squandered love and drunken nights And words I failed to write I know she listens for she's my friend That angel of the midnight moon
on october the 6th a suicide bomber drove a jeep full of explosives into playground of elementary school in small village in northern iraq killing fifteen children,though it got little attention in mainstream media the images i seen on the net so appalled me i felt compelled to write a poem about it.
the children laughed and the children played on another crystal clear sunny day joyous cries filled the air carefree times that are meant to be
but they did not see nor did not hear the madness being screamed into the driver ears ...