I completed my second poem in the last 3 days today. I like this one better than the other, so I'll post it today. It may still require some work...I always see things I'd like to change days later on, but here's what it looks like right now.
*Edit: I posted and realized that a couple little formatting qualities won't translate into blogger. Even though it looks like I have certain lines tabbed over on the post tool, it doesn't actually translate when posted. Anyhow, though the lack of proper formatting bothers me, I'll just have to hope it works well enough this way. Enjoy.
For Life Is...
This is a hollow world
An empty world
Of spirits, and daemons
Twisting endlessly
Towards an unknown end
And we, we are the shadows
That flit about, day to day
With no purpose discerned
Apart from the definition
We are the contradiction
The indictment
Bound into bondage
Slaves of a spasm
Bourne upon wings of lust
To witness the slight
Of a star obscured
For this light granted
Hidden is wicked
Grant me this life
For the dream encompasses
My soul
Passion scatters like leaves
Blown by a firm wind
Across a waste of land
Littered by the twilight
Last light of a fading sun
Here travel the shades
Bastions of unreality
Caught within the nexus
Compelled by fate
Sing ye praises now
And dance ‘round the stage
Step upon these broken shards
Pain is but another quality
Drawn from the effort
Of pathless progression
So step now, with urgency
And follow the shadowed souls
Towards their final end
I cannot see beyond the darkness
For life is shrouded
And I seek in vain
The
For every love
There is a hate
Dream
For every pleasure
There is a pain
Is
For every life
There is a death
Life
There is no life without the dream
There is no dream without the life
There is no life without the dream
There is no life
But a dream.
~BC, 2004