Deep breaths of poisoned air
comes into my lungs
and yet my life is still spared
Picturing my grave
and yet nothing inside
nothing left for this time
Looking around as far as the eye see
black rose in the mouth of the skull
what a magnicificant beauty
Lights going dark with each second
which will take a millenuim
for death to even begin the beckon
In the time of woe
all my pains and hurts are gone
but still remain my foes
In the time of joy
my foes are allies
but yet im still destoyed
Confusing it is, i know
but all there is
a dove to show
Wintery white, glistening cheer
with all the feathers that
bring this creature here
In his mouth is an olive branch
a sign for a new promise
to anyone with a chance
Change in season of life and mankind
because of that dove's sign
life of mine, love of yours is always on my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is too the poisonous air I breath, as we all do at times. Death will beckon us all. It doesn't mean we should wait for it. Let be in the back of all our minds. And take a step forward in the life we do define. All we have is the time ticing by. And the end you'll wonder why. What is wasted will be forever gone. What is you feel? Write it down. What is it you hear? Write it down. What is you smell? Write it down. Write it down. Write it down, and paint a portrait of your favorite clown. Relax and don't be so wound. Do what you want, and be what you want in the limits and boundaries of your conscience. Because that is the only thing that will forever get in you away. Unless your serial killer of course. Then their are truly no limits intill your killed or destroyed. This is something I would truly try to avoid. These are my thoughts I hope they do not annoy.