Breaking the Point, Blinding the Masses

Turn of Heart

 

 

 

And my eyes are burning

with the glory of the rising sun

Scorching the curtains and

revealing what I have done

 

Oh what have we done?

 

And they cry

And they cry

 

Oh how they cry!

 

In the streets,

with the bicycles

and the flies

With the shouting

birds swooping

down from the sky

Beneath the bats

that mingle between

electric lines

 

And They cry

And They cry

 

Oh how they cry!

 

And if the lamps

were burning

before the candles went out

would you think without

a doubt

would you whisper

 

Escape

without a sound

 

Oh yes, there are things

we can go without

A head full of powder

its worth

the will to find out

 

Who were you

    before

           you

                 found out?

 

And They cry

And They cry

 

Oh how they cry!

 

And her eyes

beheld the land

just as dawn

streaked the night

And you folded

your hands

in the early wine

coloured light

 

And without

all the shadows

burning embers arose

that left you

 to ponder

the empty breath

that had closed

 

Oh it closed

Oh my dear

it closed

 

Oh The flame had extinguished,

Oh that beauty had froze

 

Our broken hearts had diminished

beneath untangled repose

 

A symphony clattered

and then ashamedly closed

 

And it closed

Oh it closed

Oh my dear

It closed

 

And they cry

And they cry

 

Oh how they cry

 

Oh how they cry!

 

Beneath shuttering

Shingles

Silent quivering eyes

They flicker and

mingle

Red rimmed and

high

 

Oh so High

 

Oh so f*****g High

 

Just begging

for a

Lifeline

Just tugging

at the small

Ties

Was it you that left

The Laugh lines

 

In the steady

winding sand

 

Were you a voice

without a hand

 

A penny's worth

the right to stand

 

And They cry

And They cry

Oh how They cry!

 

 

 

Reviews

[al25]

This could definetly be a song. I love the imagery you use. They flow really well.

[C.S#ARP]

Have you considered setting this to music? I can imagine this as a song from Alkaline Trio or Spill Canvas.

[Coyote Poetry]

So many statements stood out in this poem. Easy to be blinded by liars and men with greed as their goal.
"Were you a voice
without a hand
A penny's worth
the right to stand"
I like the repetition of words. Making the poem stronger and clearer. We need to open our eyes and see what we want and what the world can be. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Lizy Coale]

i love it (:

[Norma M Sutton]

This is hauntingly lovely.

[Ruth]

Realisation in this! There is so much happening throughout it all! Amazing work and I shall reread this when my eyes aren't flickering over the screen LOL Excellent!
Profound piece
xx

[.quan.011.]

This a beautifully written poem. Keep it up.