Life Beyond Our Vision
As all things must come to a close,
So should the departed souls,
Speaking to the heavenly oracles,
I tried to figure out my goals.
Life is a treacherous heap of hate,
With murky desires of passion and greed,
Rarely does the love-rose bloom,
But the thorny stem may bring some gloom.
Oriental thoughts itch the head,
Pious and loved ones lighting candles,
But can they drive the dark clouds,
That flock over the head in bundles.
Hate lies in the unforgiven hearts,
Still they remember the splits and parts,
And search for the love they never taste,
which makes their life a miserably waste.
Emotions in human form loath,
Sad, Anger, Greed, Pride & vengeance,
Fighting against happiness, enthusiasm & good- hope,
With Love,lost on creating a balance.
Peaceful death is all I long,
With love and hate singing the parting song,
Ripen, enjoyed and accomplished,And
let me leave this world in an instant at the strike of a gong.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|None (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, November 18 2006, 04:49 pm|
It's a very nice poem. well dont get so depressed when somthing doesn't come your way... there might be a better one waiting for you... just keep going and ensure you wont get distracted by these trivial things...
|phantom (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, November 22 2006, 06:30 am|
Never thot "somebody" ignorin u vud rip u off this much...cheer up kid !
But....its a gud one
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