Turbine

A poem of life

When the mind was empty as tabula rasa

In fair, equity, and impartiality

All were the same, clean and sinless

Free to the world in actions and words.

 

But as human nature occur in time

Acquisition of things become wings to fly,

Migration of thoughts absorption of beings

Phenomenal to things that can respire and live.

 

To develop is to acquire all the necessary

Needed to survive the “wants” of the world,

Where every single thing, possibilities, and dreams

Are life’s ambitious falsehoods to heaven.

 

Emotions are made to complete a character

Reactions to the past unknown to the future,

Differs to the way of handling it well

To hide or to keep it is unnaturally choice.

 

Intelligence is a gift of multiple talents

That makes a blank slate clean or murky,

Personality counts the power of its degree

And see the effects of various applications.

 

The spirit is not partly but twice as the body

Unlocks the key of righteous and evil,

Completes all beings “human” as they’ve said

 Sediments are floating and restore by others.

 

“HUMAN” as it was fully stated

Believe it or not still incomplete,

Inconsistency is truly a power of the world

That people don’t claim imperfections that evolve.

 

Contentment is a weapon against imperfection

Reveals simplicity and hide all demands,

Creates a space lightens the hands

Throws all wants and all needs.

 

For life is a turbine rotating so fast

Ignore the evolution and finish the cycle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[外人 (Gaiji..]

Nice, enjoyed the final metaphor you've chosen as the title of the poem :)

[Riley]

There are a lot of good thoughts in this poem, goodjob!

[emman]

salamat po :)

[Emilie Barn]

I like the flow of words and the imagery. Keep it up =))

[AK]

Good poem, brilliant imagery! Keep writing!