Whenever i speak

and whatever i speak..

Had my chances,

Threw them away,

Never wasted a moment to be silly,

Never wasted life at all,

 

The problem with light

Is that it’s blinding,

And opaque are the things we see,

Little thoughts that set you free,

 

Hoards of hoardings cremate the horizon,

The angry woman walking by,

The kids shaking and a rocking chair,

Places I don’t see pass me by,

 

And I swim in words,

Where every word is a story,

Falling off someone’s cheek,

Taking with it... the leftovers of the lost glory,

 

Suddenly,

One day,

You couldn’t remember

 The things you used to forget,

Fragments of light you lost in the sun,

While searching for the clouds,

 

All I can do

Even if it’s not enough,

Is save the best for you,

We’d still make it through,

 

In the ever-so-cold

With trees all still,

Whatever you feed me

Shall be a miracle,

 

Know when the roads are dizzy,

The legs are tired,

There’s still enough laughter,

To take it forward,

 

Yes I know you don’t talk,

When you have a lot to say,

And nothing makes sense,

Just because it shouldn’t,

 

The words will fill every game,

Every place I’ll never name,

All the mass will ever speak

Is the world never was tame...

Reviews

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Yes I know you don’t talk,
When you have a lot to say,
And nothing makes sense,
Just because it shouldn’t,

. there's much magic in these words ... it seems your quest for profundity is yielding some rather poetic results ... as always, it's a privilege to read you ... (i'll email you soon, didn't know how to answer the question you asked) ...

[...]

Gorgeous!

[Corset]

Do you even know how to write a sucky poem? It just seems impossible for you, love all stanzas, yet another astounding write , you are a true poet sir, the mundane becomes alive beneath your pen.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your thoughts in the poem.
"The problem with light
Is that it’s blinding,
And opaque are the things we see,
Little thoughts that set you free,"
Words are power and weaknesses. We can use them to open or close doors. I like the flow of thoughts in the poem and the very good ending. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote