A Poem...thoughts...The Journey For Truth...?

On the back of waves I right my lyrics,

Just so you can pass by and see it.

I write with a pen that's filled with love,

I write for my Mother whose now above.

When I'm at home I just run down the beach,

Gasping at the heaven that's just out of reach.

But it's all the same cause I know something,

The wisest man knows he knows nothing.

So I will saddle up my dragon and try to reach you,

But your drifting away now the ocean pulls through,

So I will write you a melody and you sing you a song,

And try to witness the truth thats clouded for miles long.

But it's too late the cash has killed the marriages,

And the children are left in blood filled carriages.

The beaches sand has now turned to broken glass,

And the memories of happiness are now a thing of the past.

It's at this moment where the truth can be found,

forty thousand dark miles stuck under ground.

So will you come with me as journey to the center,

And try to pull the truth out so we can great it.

I understand if you don't want to that will be find,

Cause I will just take these companions in my mind.

And when I come back covered in dust and dirt,

Just remember that this truth was worth feeling this hurt...

Update:

NYC...ye I know what you mean...most of my pieces are like that!

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    That was good.

    Actually...it didn't really like, hit or stick with me..but that's more than likely because I'm very annoyed and upset with someone right now so I'm obviously very distracted.

    This poem isn't lingering in my head like your others, but believe me I do think it's good. You know I love all of your poems! When I'm less distracted I'll read this again and I'm sure I'll have a different reaction then.

    Sorry FFAF =(

    I DID however really like this line:

    It's at this moment where the truth can be found,

    forty thousand dark miles stuck under ground

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    I watch

    and read

    and find cause...

    torturous beauties

    sophisticated sorrows

    coagulated concepts

    forced in with these, useless "small" words...may I offer...

    GET RID OF THEM

    compress and compound

    have you ever tasted a roux

    or shrimp stock

    or a thick red-eye gravy

    they start with volumes of thin liquids, then reduce to magic goo

    give me the goo

    peace, R

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    The individual verses in the poem are beautiful, but when lumped together it's too much. I don't know how to explain it besides saying its really thick, and takes a few reads to grasp the entire meaning.

    It would be far better if you condensed it down to one or two verses.

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  • 1 decade ago

    WWWWWWOOOOOWWW that is soooo DEEP and WONDERFUL PLEASE write more poems cause kid u got a gift so use ur gift and write more thoughtful poems

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