Poetry

October 13, 2015

 

 

Purpose

I am nothing more
Than a spore of the forest,
Drifting dreamily
In heavy meaning.
I know not my name
Nor of my purpose
In this game.
Yet I rest at ease,
Sure I will fulfill
Nature’s need.

 

 

Our Egg

This giant failing egg is trying to give birth.
All the little pieces of DNA
That make up what the egg is
Have formed thought,
And asked itself I?
They have now mutated
In polluted radiation,
In mental greed retardation,
In mass medicated soul sedation.
This giant failing egg is trying to give birth,
But its DNA has divided and is
Attacking itself over borders of a superior strain.
This giant failing egg is trying to give birth.
The egg attempts to cure itself,
But its disease has grown intelligent.
It knows how to hide
Where the fingers of nature won’t find.
This giant failing egg is trying to give birth,
But it’s running out of time
And runs the risk of forever being
Known as the virus Earth.
This giant failing egg is trying to give birth,
And if it fails it will throw itself
Into the sun before this disease
Has chance to infect any other egg.

 

 

Come Forth

Come forth proudly
Come forth with your boots laced tight
Shined, polished, ready to fight

Come forth proudly
Come forth with your hand upon your heart
May they never be torn apart

Come forth proudly
Come forth with your gun by your side
Locked, loaded, ready to die

Come forth proudly
Come forth, eyes staring straight ahead
Never veering ’til either you or the enemy is dead

Come forth proudly
Come forth, four corners of the earth
Now is the time for your forced re-birth

 

 

Cracker Jack

They say if I purchase,
There is a prize inside.
I open my wallet,
Finding only lies.

 

 

Death

Somewhere south of my mind
North of my soul
East of existence
And west of where winds blow
Grows a lonely flower.
When one witnesses
Its only bloom,
They say you see Heaven.
I tend to believe them.

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