1 more rambling poem. - 11/10/2001 in Opendiary Archive

Then I’ve got to do some work. Eeeeeww. don’t you hate work? It’s responsible for the decay of society, I’m sure of it. Well probably not actually. When I think about it, lack of work is probably responsible for the decay of society. But hell, you know what I mean.

So yes, a poem. Erm. Ok, here’s one I wrote the first time I upset my girlfriend. On reflection I write a lot of my poems when I’m feeling guilty. Perhaps there’s something in that. Or maybe not. Who can say? Anyways. Hope you enjoy it.

WHAT IS RIGHT?

A question asked a thousand times,
hinted in stories, poems and rhymes,
The course of desire, to feel and to be,
For evil, for good, or for the evil in me.
In a world filled by hatred, despair, shock and pain,
a bright flash of summer is mine once again
The hurt and the anguish have all fled away
soothed by the balms of a new hallowed day.
And as I look deep into your eyes,
a multitude of images that shouts, screams, and cries
A pain which is mirrored, and as it seen
hides away from the mind like the mist in a dream.

Is this to be right, all the pain that is brought?
The happiness, feeling, will all come to naught.
A world fed on anguish, woes, sorrows, and sighs,
cannot even look at the pain in your eyes.

Wow. Deep huh? Nah, not really. Just a thought.

Erm. Bye.

Ramble

Boiling man