montejocarlo
Well-known member
1.
Do I believe in love?
No.
For it's not idea
Nor theory.
Never was it a subject
Of knowledge or principle.
It's truth old as life
Yet ever fresh as sunrise.
Gentle as breath
But firm as the earth,
It stands unwavering
In the face of life's
Most palpable lies
2.
Behind the trees
A river flows,
Beyond the clouds
The sun still burns.
For my sight is bound,
I'm good as blind.
When beauty hides,
Life sees no life.
3.
In the disarray of screaming minds,
You find yourself trapped -
Muted by great confusion,
Immobilized by distress.
As your spirit sets sail,
It is but captured back -
Chained by the same idling dogma -
The same rusty prison.
Made hostage by scheme,
Centuries of tortured silence.
4.
The sun rises on people;
Not for people.
Even to the farther regions
Of the Solar System,
Its rays still show.
Even to places with no known life form,
It shines.
Advantage in proximity
May be ours
As it overwhelms
Our inflated human ego,
But truth be told,
The sun rises on people;
Not for people.
5.
Can you find inspiration in inspiration?
Just like forming idea on idea
Or explaining explanation?
Do you get curious in curiosity,
Or describe description?
Just like being a being
Or knowing knowing?
6.
Rain is but a blessing to the earth.
It sustains life and delivers beauty,
Clearing the day of any impurity,
Giving room for a spotless sky.
Rain does not fall for man
Yet man complains when it comes.
As if owning supremacy
Over that which harbors life.
When adversity shows,
Solace is reproach
As apathy and ignorance
Catches the culprit by the tail.
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(the 1st poem i've written after i realized i have SAD)
Sneering Eyes
In tattered greasy clothes, she was playing,
Careless of her hideous form and unsightly face,
She was free like a butterfly.
But her blissful oblivion was disturbed
As a familiar figure came:
The sneering eyes that pierced through every pore of her being.
She woke from her fantasy
And all the sweet smelling flowers were rotting garbage
That scattered around her private sanctuary.
In fear, she bolted away far
But stumbled among decaying wastes;
She was in a familiar place.
She tried to get up
But saw a recognizable image.
A figure she's seen a million times before.
The sneering eyes got closer and she trembled.
She tried to avert her eyes
But caught the sight of another scary form.
In life, she's known only one pair of those eyes;
Now there are hundreds of them
And they're all looking at her.
Her heart began pounding;
Her palms were sweating;
Then everything went white and she's unknowing.
Do I believe in love?
No.
For it's not idea
Nor theory.
Never was it a subject
Of knowledge or principle.
It's truth old as life
Yet ever fresh as sunrise.
Gentle as breath
But firm as the earth,
It stands unwavering
In the face of life's
Most palpable lies
2.
Behind the trees
A river flows,
Beyond the clouds
The sun still burns.
For my sight is bound,
I'm good as blind.
When beauty hides,
Life sees no life.
3.
In the disarray of screaming minds,
You find yourself trapped -
Muted by great confusion,
Immobilized by distress.
As your spirit sets sail,
It is but captured back -
Chained by the same idling dogma -
The same rusty prison.
Made hostage by scheme,
Centuries of tortured silence.
4.
The sun rises on people;
Not for people.
Even to the farther regions
Of the Solar System,
Its rays still show.
Even to places with no known life form,
It shines.
Advantage in proximity
May be ours
As it overwhelms
Our inflated human ego,
But truth be told,
The sun rises on people;
Not for people.
5.
Can you find inspiration in inspiration?
Just like forming idea on idea
Or explaining explanation?
Do you get curious in curiosity,
Or describe description?
Just like being a being
Or knowing knowing?
6.
Rain is but a blessing to the earth.
It sustains life and delivers beauty,
Clearing the day of any impurity,
Giving room for a spotless sky.
Rain does not fall for man
Yet man complains when it comes.
As if owning supremacy
Over that which harbors life.
When adversity shows,
Solace is reproach
As apathy and ignorance
Catches the culprit by the tail.
-----------------------------------
(the 1st poem i've written after i realized i have SAD)
Sneering Eyes
In tattered greasy clothes, she was playing,
Careless of her hideous form and unsightly face,
She was free like a butterfly.
But her blissful oblivion was disturbed
As a familiar figure came:
The sneering eyes that pierced through every pore of her being.
She woke from her fantasy
And all the sweet smelling flowers were rotting garbage
That scattered around her private sanctuary.
In fear, she bolted away far
But stumbled among decaying wastes;
She was in a familiar place.
She tried to get up
But saw a recognizable image.
A figure she's seen a million times before.
The sneering eyes got closer and she trembled.
She tried to avert her eyes
But caught the sight of another scary form.
In life, she's known only one pair of those eyes;
Now there are hundreds of them
And they're all looking at her.
Her heart began pounding;
Her palms were sweating;
Then everything went white and she's unknowing.