A theft of a life
A poem you ask me to riddle off,
Love you ask me to make,
With sagging shoulders, and a pitiful cough,
And I continually shake,
With the effects of hallucinogenic drugs.
What can you expect from a war shaken vessel?
From a borrowed system of failures and unfixed bugs?
And yet mans demons I continue wrestle.
My demons are not those of my own,
For how can anything be yours if all is a borrow.
All my joy, my love, and soul is on loan,
All my rage, all my hope, and all my sorrow,
From others I must take!
And yet I grow.
And though I may brake,
This is what I sow.
A web of connections,
A splinter of a code,
Of hastily built supernatural erections,
And everything the world to me has showed.
I am not one, but many.
I am not yours but I'm not mine.
I am of no one, but am of plenty,
And in these thefts I shine.
Love you ask me to make,
With sagging shoulders, and a pitiful cough,
And I continually shake,
With the effects of hallucinogenic drugs.
What can you expect from a war shaken vessel?
From a borrowed system of failures and unfixed bugs?
And yet mans demons I continue wrestle.
My demons are not those of my own,
For how can anything be yours if all is a borrow.
All my joy, my love, and soul is on loan,
All my rage, all my hope, and all my sorrow,
From others I must take!
And yet I grow.
And though I may brake,
This is what I sow.
A web of connections,
A splinter of a code,
Of hastily built supernatural erections,
And everything the world to me has showed.
I am not one, but many.
I am not yours but I'm not mine.
I am of no one, but am of plenty,
And in these thefts I shine.
posted by Poetic_bum at 11:53 p.m.
4 Comments:
Thank you... But who are you?
No it doesn't, but it is easier to relate to someone you know... So just a shot in the dark, is this Jodi
Why have you stopped playah hatah?
Your website has a useful information for beginners like me.
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