Lifes Rhythm and Rhyme

Well open to interpretation because I was reading a review and this poped up to share.

Through out time we twist our Rhythm and Rhymes,
Like fine wine,
Spilling throughout time,
Dancing on our hearts and minds,
Like a distant drum,
Echoing on the wind,
To the heart beat,
Like sweet wine,
Flowing through our lost minds,
As the painting on the wall,
Tells the story for us all,
As the silhouette's of sand,
Play in the band,
Like the violin,
Signing in the wind,
As hearts are broken again and again,
As the darkness comes,
Then goes,
We all grow cold,
And the dance of life goes around and around,
Like a marry go around,
Till you feel like a lost clown,
As the Rhythm of the street,
That's at your feet,
Keeps calling,
As the children of the night,
Can't stop crying into the lonely cold night,
As the Rhythm of time dances,
And as one door is opened,.
Another is closed,
And locked
As the silhouette that's are left,
Are like paint running down the wall,
And the music that is played in the park,
Just numbs our hearts,
As life ends and starts,
We lose our way,
Even by the light of day,
Mankind forgets to pray,
And just wants to play,
As the the violin plays a soft and sweat melody,
A melancholy lullaby,
As our children die high,
We learn to say goodbye,
But can't cry,
As time ticks on and on,
The dancing and romancing,
And wine and song goes on,
As one door opens to another day,
And the drummer is found dead,
Without a home or bed,
And the poets words,
Are so bitter seeat,
As they Echo through out time,
Lost in a twisted nursery rhyme,
As the pages of time are torn out of man's holly book,
And rolled up and smoked,
And another child is lost to crack or coke,
Or is found at the end of a rope,
Are we so blind to the times,
Or can you still feel the wind blow,
And see out your window of your soul,
Or has your heart gone cold.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

parents should never see their children die...and so many influences cause those to die before their time.
the rhythm and rhyme of life, cut short...a poem halfway finished, still looking for another stanza.
i like your expression here.
j.