Let the Junk Die

A Poem by Wolfwind

Eyes flicker

The air becoming thicker

The world spins

Where are the wins?

Only losses seem to prevail

While all the players become frail

Eyes close

The mind a rose

Not wishing to bloom

As the world speaks unnecessary doom

Peace a forgotten path

Judged by the paranoid’s wrath

A scent rises

A thought disguises

Survival suppresses joy

God’s minions playing coy

They’ve no wish to end the lies

They make money off the cries

A lonely notion

Is born in the commotion

That Peace begins with one

A choice not to become undone

By the idiots and fools

That destroy with their tools

It’s all just junk

Those tanks and guns and bombs in a trunk

They play no role now in global Peace

They need to go, they need to cease

As all violence is high idiocy

In a world of true humanity

© 2012 Wolfwind

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Shy Girl

The chaos of the human mind just stuns me...how can one individual snuff out the light within a youth for the sheer "because they were there" concept? It's just one of those things that nobody..even God himself can't answer I'm assuming. This poem speaks of that to me...then in the middle there is one thought of prevailing sense of rightness..though it becomes lost again in the ever deepening well of frustration that this world will NEVER be at peace with its self nor eachother..(I say its self because even Mother Nature has the never ending battle amongst her elements..) Though is some asspects she teaches us for a brief period, that human life is fragile...telling us it shouldn't be taken for granted. But then the cycle of madness begins again.... Very nice thought provoking piece :)