Dead Poets & Terminal RebelsA Poem by Sweet & Tender HooliganAnother election. Democracy is weeping. History is bleeding into life. The future is screaming. Dead poets live on in terminal young rebels. It may seem too late but it's your future. And it's now.I will not write. I will not live but only in dream. Through my words my heart shall appear, My soul will disappear and my heart shall break. Can sleeping angels awake dead poets? Gentle minds crave strong hearts, Strong minds weaken gentle souls. My dreams take me to you, My dreams take me away from you. Nothing but dreams haunt me, Nothing but you keeps me awake. Only you my dream can revive me. Words encircle me, torture and confine me Equally words amaze me. My one and only gift is my hell. Reaching out from within to the beauty in the world But only finding the ugliness of the world. That is where my pen stems from. Broken spines; bruised pages, bleeding ink flowers, books pass many hands and steal countless hearts. Words are demons, Poems are angels trapped in a blank hell of their own. Unable to intervene So sad, So sad Future is dehumanized So mad, So mad (Futureless) We're in a mess. (Open the borders) No more enclosed four walls. Here lies change, there lies open minds and closed ears. Here, there and everywhere lies closed hearts and open mouths. In truth, here lies nowhere and everywhere. Degraded chameleons are the ideal consumers, Flowers break off their own petals but not all buds flower. Beggars beg to theirselves too be able to be their self. Despair is to the air as wonder is to the sky And everything under is everlastingly cried upon. Has crying is to Love as trying is to Hate. You terminal rebels cheat life. History is bleeding. Living is the only true rebellion, we all face the same fate. Forever ending without beginning. The future is screaming.
© 2010 Sweet & Tender HooliganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSweet & Tender HooliganNewport, South Wales, United KingdomAboutI'm Russell from Wales. I've been writing for many years. Writing is important to me and its my only reason for being on this site. I like to take my time on my poems and I hope to keep learning an.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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