The Vanities

[ShadowsCool]

The Vanities

Ah, the vanities of life
The burning of the radiant
On dotes that touch the earth.
Lost men trampling on their graves
To and fro, to where?

The rich and poor
Both the same.
The rich man cursed by disgrace,
The poor man done in by haste,
Man without God a waste.

He breathes his utterances
In the air that soaks him up.
His nature no greater
Than the beast in the field
That chew on his bones.

Man: vain and indifferent.
Smiles oblivious
To his unused wealth.
He gazes at the stars
He'll never see.

Just a bone in the grave
That dissolves in the sea.






A Beautiful Ache

She sits on my mind
Like a beautiful ache
That refuses to go to bed

Instead she lingers in my fevered dreams
By the soaking sheets
That construe as tears.

It's been many years
Since she strove up my walk-way
And I into her soft arms

Where I plucked a kiss
In the bloom of Spring
Her perfume still lives

With me all these years
As the tears refuse to dry
Lie with me in bed.

[Twota]

hmm, i like em both shadows, but the -in my wet dreams- didn't seem quite right for me but for the rest of the poem, it is beautiful. x]

[ShadowsCool]

Twoto:

Thanks for checking them out. The wet dreams part?
I don't like the line myself, but I can't think of anything else.
Maybe it will come to me.

Thanks
Shadows

[yuka]

The second piece is so beautiful and lovely, many brilliant lines

Just a bone in the grave
That dissolves in the sea( 'sea'here a little bit bum)

With me all these years
As the tears refuse to dry
Lie with me in bed.

[hillwalker]

Twoto: Thanks for checking them out. The wet dreams part?
I don't like the line myself, but I can't think of anything else.


Unless you actually meant 'wet dreams' in their sexual context perhaps 'fevered dreams' would work just as well...

H

[ShadowsCool]

Thank you Yuka for your kind comment. Makes me happy that you like some of the lines.

Hillwalker, I just made the change you suggested. I think it fits better.

Shadows