The Puppeteer

Listen to this whilst reading! http://www.youtube.com/watch/?v=u69CkyLJUKU

The happiness in the world is gone..

It’s like a lifeless puppeteer steering his puppets..

No souls, no feeling..

He has lost touch with himself..

His pain is too much to bear..

There’s no wind under his wings..

No one to take him in..

When he’s cold and alone..

Does he even care for his puppets anymore..

 

Have we just fallen under darkness..

Is this the end?

Is there anything that we could’ve done better?

I sincerely don’t know..

Neither do I really care..

I’m proud to say that the suffering is not hard..

It is the..

The fading of tragic love gone by..

So stand at my funeral..

Scream my name out loud..

Please darling..

Don’t cry for me..

All you need to care about is how..

Much I really loved you..

 

I looked from atop a cliff..

All the idiocy..

Hypocrisy..

All washed away on a distant shore..

Nothing was to be seen..

My soul screamed at me..

I found that..

I had a soul..

It was..

My..

Love..

It was all I needed..

It brought..

Clarity..

It brought..

Victory..

It left me to die..

It couldn’t handle my way of life..

 

I look back at the lonesome puppeteer..

Steering his puppets in endless agony..

It was a sight for few..

His heart was trembling at foot of the kiss from his love..

Dead on the inside..

Hollow on the outside..

All there was left of him was a soulless wreck..

I walked to him and asked..

“What have you become.”

He looked at me..

Dropped his puppets..

“I have become a puppeteer.. I have become a voyeur of the world that is trembling down.. of a world long gone.. It’s not what it became it’s what it lost..”

I looked at him..

Heart in hand..

“You’re like me..”

He evaporated..

 

I lost my conscience with my dying breath..

I fell into the darkness known only as love..

The sharp itching pain of love..

 

As my coffin closes..

I want you to be free..

 

Lay me here..

On this field of justice..

Just let me die in agonizing terrifying love..

Leave me..

 

I will be right here..

Just as dead as a puppeteer..

 

 

The happiness in the world is gone..

I know now that I’ll always be wrong..

My climax has been reached..

There’s nothing more to live for..

 

Author's Note

Read it with this!
http://www.youtube.com/watch/?v=u69CkyLJUKU

Honest opinion

Reviews

[Dayran]

When we take a wide view at the goings on in life, we are at first impressed by our ability to do so. Thereafter we realize that the scope is considerable and produces the effect of insurmountable issues to be dealt with. Learning to deal with one thing at a time and to take things in one's stride are useful lessons. A poem that looks into the face of ambition amidst its own fears and concerns.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem a lot. I like when you did into life and concerns of the world. In a world where governments are trying to control all. Had to resist follow the sheep and control.
“I have become a puppeteer.. I have become a voyeur of the world that is trembling down.. of a world long gone.. It’s not what it became it’s what it lost..”
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Tainted Devotion]

I took this as a really deeply emotional piece. It made me feel quite empty and depressed quite a bit understandably. I think it was a very creative piece and left me thinking a lot. I wasn't able to watch the video along with this, simply because my computer was acting up so I apologize for that. But I did love this and the type of perspective I guess you could say that you took on it. The title really caught my eye as well. Very nice indeed.