Where does love go to hide,
when night is damper swamp
to suck in gasping lungs,
like shoe to pull in Vacuum's sludge,
cementing step away from light,
to sleep in ooze
and malevolent odor.
Your voice of crystal chime
to tinkle will
in bell to feather,
as imagined dream of revolution,
is Meadow's hope,
to find our future in wind song bliss
and brave new world,
away from Huxley's painful vision,
where man finds soul, as higher purpose,
in saving world from greed
and avarice,
as nurtured touch for all God’s creatures;
and now is only noxious gas,
as arrogance aroused
to burn my eyes,
for I am still as child,
bewildered.
We cannot cry
if scream is laugh
in Joker’s madness,
or if you hold our tears,
so dear, on graphs of profiteering, upward,
in twisted chain to wrap much tighter,
squeezing spirit to escape
in finding forest never plundered,
to purge this government of contradiction.
So I wonder, if hope I have,
is hope to heal,
or just the notion
of how we once did dream of wisdom
beyond the waste of want and hunger,
when breath drew smile
as truer integrity,
in art, as word and note to savor,
without the need for stolen shadows
of Insecurity’s ace in hole,
and hiding,
our last confession
in friends to trade.
A contest entry
- I Want To Take A Peek Into Darkness... by poet2angels.
475 points, ended March 30, 2007, 18 entries
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Exceptional
I am always in such awe of your verse. Truly a wonderful piece. Just brilliant. ~Pamela
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Integrity begins within, finds the courage to extend a hand, to share, to teach, to touch, to heal, to sing. It is he(ro)art. So beautifully penned, these depths we've yet to fathom.
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dark and beautifully done
So amazing, Rich!
Such darkness resides in this poem but you were still able to write with such beautiful imagery and metaphor as always...
Brilliant!!!!
Lynda
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Fantastic!!!!!
*sighs* What an amazing read!! This is just 'Wow' This has left me speechless for words. Best of luck in the contest. Keep that pen flowing. -
"when breath drew smile
as truer integrity,
in art, as word and note to savor,
without the need for stolen shadows
of Insecurity’s ace in hole,
and hiding,
our last confession
in friends to trade."
Sorrowful, pensive & disturbing, my Friend...I'm not sure what else to say about this one; I don't know where it came from & I don't wish to speculate, either...sighhh...all I really know is I wouldn't trade my friends for anything...& without them, I wouldn't even be here...Good luck in the contest, Scribe...
Wanda
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