Amylian
08-31-2010, 02:13 PM
Hi,
Well, as usual, I am experimenting my ability to create a poem without the use of Classical or Romantic implications and concepts. Let alone the style. Of course, not that I want to stick with this, but it's good to experiment once in a while I'd say...!!!
“God Forgets to Baby-Sit”
By
Ali Makki aka Amylian
Eyes all shadowy, confiscated by madness,
Bitterness lurks, boredom sneaks from beneath
As woe invades the crumbling heart,
Surrendering the weary soul to the darkness,
So still is the mind, still is the unmoving scene
That hindered that man’s dreams.
Scars all over, unable to find a reason for,
Tumbling, having dinners with roaches,
Until there might be someone approaching
Who wants to take his burden off himself
By dipping that man upside down,
And beating him as if he is a clown.
Sense works not, not even reason,
For that man, walking his kids to the park,
Was caught for committing treason.
Treason? Now that’s an interesting concept,
I bet,
He loves his kids, his wife maybe,
But he loves peace as well,
So what is that strange soldier wearing dark clothes
Doing disturbing that peace?
Shooting, burning, and cursing the people of the land,
And as weakling as those people are,
They are allowing the strange soldier to sully the land,
To slap them with his hand,
And act hegemonic using his deadly wand.
Well, we’re all God’s children,
But God sometimes forgets to baby-sit them.
So, is it the chance to allow murder?
Or to sneak and steal behind God's back?
I wonder...!!!
Is it the chance to overthrow the father?
I wonder...!!!
Regards,
Ali Makki aka Amylian
Well, as usual, I am experimenting my ability to create a poem without the use of Classical or Romantic implications and concepts. Let alone the style. Of course, not that I want to stick with this, but it's good to experiment once in a while I'd say...!!!
“God Forgets to Baby-Sit”
By
Ali Makki aka Amylian
Eyes all shadowy, confiscated by madness,
Bitterness lurks, boredom sneaks from beneath
As woe invades the crumbling heart,
Surrendering the weary soul to the darkness,
So still is the mind, still is the unmoving scene
That hindered that man’s dreams.
Scars all over, unable to find a reason for,
Tumbling, having dinners with roaches,
Until there might be someone approaching
Who wants to take his burden off himself
By dipping that man upside down,
And beating him as if he is a clown.
Sense works not, not even reason,
For that man, walking his kids to the park,
Was caught for committing treason.
Treason? Now that’s an interesting concept,
I bet,
He loves his kids, his wife maybe,
But he loves peace as well,
So what is that strange soldier wearing dark clothes
Doing disturbing that peace?
Shooting, burning, and cursing the people of the land,
And as weakling as those people are,
They are allowing the strange soldier to sully the land,
To slap them with his hand,
And act hegemonic using his deadly wand.
Well, we’re all God’s children,
But God sometimes forgets to baby-sit them.
So, is it the chance to allow murder?
Or to sneak and steal behind God's back?
I wonder...!!!
Is it the chance to overthrow the father?
I wonder...!!!
Regards,
Ali Makki aka Amylian