Okay so in my last post I posted a poem. Since then I have written three more and my friend wants too see them. So here they are, enjoy all the people who don’t read this ever so not popular blog. Each poem is marked with the date of the time they were written. Each poem was written out of the spur of the moment. Relating too what was going on at that time. Enjoy.
Greed
15/09/10
Everything you touch, it burns.
Everything you say, it hurts.
Everything you do can’t change the fact that I despise you.
These word’s you speak harness no sense or logic, just a pool of greed.
The un-reasonable light of law may see you as in need.
As you sit in your tiny flat and plead.
And these binding courts of justice sit and listen to every single one of your greedy needs.
For an honest man’s pension of which you claim to need is closer to your grasp than you could of ever seen.
As you sit side by side with your whispering minions, each of you glowing green.
Plotting and planning the next course of action of which no honest heart could see.
And when your blood thirsty battle meets its final victory of greed.
Open your eyes and see that you have no son to see.
Moon on Water
03/01/11
Like the moon reflected on water.
You are everything I can’t touch, smell or see.
You are just a dream.
A vision created through a process of my mind.
No limit to any size.
You are just a blue print of my mind.
Created by memories and ideas of my life.
No conscious do you seem to wield.
As you cast visions of sadness and terror before me.
And once I awake from this dream.
Forever shall you be gone from me.
Choices
03/01/11
Your choices are your own
Given too you by all situations.
Affecting everyone under you.
There are no wrong or right choices in this world
But this lay’s no meaning too who they will effect good or bad.
Words shall lay your foundations and actions will build of them, moulding the landscape of our land.
A choice is never limited to one action and is always a stepping stone to another
Leaving life behind them or leaving dead withered roots which were left to lay waste in our land
Choices are what make you human and throughout life as the random events of the world take another roll.
You will be left to do the best with the cards you are given with each choice presenting a toll.
With only the knowledge of your past experiences and the lessons of your eyes in hand,
You better hope that you have been dealt a good hand.
And when you are lying at life’s end, holding your last dealt card.
Accept this last choice and take a good last look at your land.
Because you my friend,
Has been dealt his last hand.


