poem 1
the sky is grey, too grey to let
the brilliant sun pass
its golden rays are hidden from the world
blocked out by the darkness of winter
its absence causes
distruption throughout
as though god had abandoned the world
chased away by the satin
leaving us, these ants in an ant farm
alone, in the darkness
all around people start to go crazy
like headless beings, empty souls, running
without destination
people fall under this neglection
and we are hurt and sink
into the ground of despair
why is it that god, neglectes us
yet gives so much to those others
although we are wealthy, our souls
are decrepid
everytime we try, bring up our courage
and try our best, we are beat down once more
beat down by those people with eyes full of hatred
those eyes that solely look down, only filled with desire for themselves
we sulk in the shadows for only the shadows
seem to understand, the darkness in our hearts
we sit there, afraid of the world
hoping that once more we shall be salvaged
yet even when those clouds part
and spirits are lifted, ours
grow worse, although the sunlight is
refreshing, warm and calming, our lives
are souls are not at rest
we all long for that something in the distance
our wishes are again tossed aside
by that fake god, who claims to love all
and now although our spirits are crushed, our lives
ruined, we still cling onto that hope, that that thing in the distance
so close yet so far away, will one day be
ours, although it belongs to someone else
we lurk in the shadows, feeling like theives
holding onto somthing belonging to others
yet we do not let go, for that wish
is all, that we live for
without that hope, we shall turn to dust
and meld into the shadows even more
so that no one will ever see
the darkness of the world
perhaps it would be for the best
to melt into ashes
to crumble in despair
kneel down to fate
and accept the guillotine of irony
it would be best if the world saw nothing of this
for it would cause others to suffer
for our insubordination to this proclaimed god
but we could not bear to part
with our dreams
could we?
our eyes are different then others
although some may say we are not as different as we think
we see behind the decieving eyes of those liars
who dont care, dont understand yet pretend they do
to crush them in the shadows
this is a way of self preservation is it not?
and so in our indesition caused by our caring
yet unwillingness to part with our hope
we stay here, wondering if we had the heart
change the way he looks upon them
and cling innocently to our unattainable aspiration
or would we crumble into the shadows
to save those whom he favors over us
but it would seem as if, we could not bring down that knife on either heads
for we still sit here waiting in the shadows of negligence
for our choice to be decided
the brilliant sun pass
its golden rays are hidden from the world
blocked out by the darkness of winter
its absence causes
distruption throughout
as though god had abandoned the world
chased away by the satin
leaving us, these ants in an ant farm
alone, in the darkness
all around people start to go crazy
like headless beings, empty souls, running
without destination
people fall under this neglection
and we are hurt and sink
into the ground of despair
why is it that god, neglectes us
yet gives so much to those others
although we are wealthy, our souls
are decrepid
everytime we try, bring up our courage
and try our best, we are beat down once more
beat down by those people with eyes full of hatred
those eyes that solely look down, only filled with desire for themselves
we sulk in the shadows for only the shadows
seem to understand, the darkness in our hearts
we sit there, afraid of the world
hoping that once more we shall be salvaged
yet even when those clouds part
and spirits are lifted, ours
grow worse, although the sunlight is
refreshing, warm and calming, our lives
are souls are not at rest
we all long for that something in the distance
our wishes are again tossed aside
by that fake god, who claims to love all
and now although our spirits are crushed, our lives
ruined, we still cling onto that hope, that that thing in the distance
so close yet so far away, will one day be
ours, although it belongs to someone else
we lurk in the shadows, feeling like theives
holding onto somthing belonging to others
yet we do not let go, for that wish
is all, that we live for
without that hope, we shall turn to dust
and meld into the shadows even more
so that no one will ever see
the darkness of the world
perhaps it would be for the best
to melt into ashes
to crumble in despair
kneel down to fate
and accept the guillotine of irony
it would be best if the world saw nothing of this
for it would cause others to suffer
for our insubordination to this proclaimed god
but we could not bear to part
with our dreams
could we?
our eyes are different then others
although some may say we are not as different as we think
we see behind the decieving eyes of those liars
who dont care, dont understand yet pretend they do
to crush them in the shadows
this is a way of self preservation is it not?
and so in our indesition caused by our caring
yet unwillingness to part with our hope
we stay here, wondering if we had the heart
change the way he looks upon them
and cling innocently to our unattainable aspiration
or would we crumble into the shadows
to save those whom he favors over us
but it would seem as if, we could not bring down that knife on either heads
for we still sit here waiting in the shadows of negligence
for our choice to be decided