Four poems.

Only the strong survive

There are those who seek out all the meek,
and contrive all their schemes from grandiose dreams.

they're frought with shame and have not your fame,
and to their disgust, only you are the just,

In jealousy's sight, you must suffer their plight,
lest they withstand such a governing hand.

for, perfection is their rule, and their pronouncement so cruel,
that they dare not pursue what they think is you,

the PREDATORS are strong,
but do not live long,
they ONLY survive, but their prey is...
ALIVE.




Moonbeams and white lights

Moonbeams are silly things like white lights when you're dead,
but, in fates truth, their mystery is shown,
They're made of memories of life and pain's mirage,
a buddy's farewell and a vision of fright,
From youth we traded stories of storms and defeats, agonies and glories,
We accomplished our dreams, suffered our miseries,
We trembled from nightmares and conquered our fears
We laughed and cried, had heartaches and headaches,
Stood tall and proud as an invincible team,
Till twilight's grasp made his flesh like ice,
and tears could only mock the heartache I felt,
But now I understand those moonbeams and white lights that shine on him...
they're all my memories of him.





The Time Dweller

Like a blind man's sight,
Time flows like a stream,
Like the rich man's poverty,
time is stagnant like a pond,
Greed's wait for more is the suspension of time,
till continued again and repeated forever,
observing the tunnel and travelling through time,
The rich man dwells in an unseen prison of greed,
not knowing hardship or triumph,
failure or success,
But only the drug that flows through his veins,
and shines in his eyes,
Causing the blindness needed to play the game,
never realizing that it should not be played at all,
Because he chose the wrong name from the start,
and, now, is blind in his heart.




The Star of Life

Of moons and planets is the celestial sphere,
and when darkness falls, the twinkles appear,
Peircing the shadows without purpose,

but, a world away, we fear that as fate,
never understanding we're of a different state,
and forever search for the Meaning of Life.

Wisdom is lost by a misplaced word,
and the question formed, completely absurd,
Then, darkness falls and becomes our fate,

But, the theater of Life is in our control,
we write the script and play the lead role,
and the light shines upon us, for we are...
The Star of Life.



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