Stardust striving for source
a culture shock to be sure, airport looks prepared for war, enter into the midst of chaos, soon distracted by the pathos,
By Gary Davidson6 years ago in Poets
these obligations and tasks, growing, need to be organised, and controlling, fool yourself, into the outcome, knowing, but you can’t predict, way the wind's blowing,
drip, drip, drip, the drumming of the Rain, whispered wind wails, drowning out the pain, standing in the cold, peering through the pane,
hear the rising tide, beginning of the beat, start a steady tapping, dancing of the feet, taken by a melody, so sensual and sweet,
all my life, somebody’s tool, became comfortable, playing the fool, debase my self, and my life in question, guaranteed mode, of attention,
it seems I’m a man, out of time, in my thinking, and my style, learned to endure it, with a smile, following courting rules of old,
deep down, beneath mountain peaks, the giant beast, softly sleeps, a heart of stone, steadily beats, surrounded by corpses, widows weep,
an over sensitive heart, always keeping me apart, through all the years of hurt, struggle to find my worth, for you, I would move mountains,
he steals the show, shining bright, all progeny, of his celestial body, guiding light, father of sight, revered through aeons, so fondly,
An age old query, nature vs nurture not such, a simple precursor celestial bodies, in constant motion, gravitational effect on you, and the ocean,
History taught as gospel in education, Altered by each and every nation, Facts manipulated for the masses, By the elite ruling classes,
Energy can never die, only in slumber lie, Celebrated child conceived, wrongful lament of those who leave, What you are, always was,