The Meaning of Life

Beauty shines best under black skies

Where silence and chaos relax

I'm something wild, but I'm still a child

And scared to see the world at it's best

 

Funny or not, you're still a robot

Made shiny, you sit in the bars

Perhaps you are pretty, but I'm from the city

And I think that streetlights are stars

 

Frighten the east coast and cross the Atlantic

Make music that shines through your skin

Your soul is quite agile and this house is faded

But once I heard angles come in

 

I took a month to collect what I'd lost before

Understand that I'm all out of tune

But I laid beneath stars and forgot about cars

And eventually found I can't lose

 

Because once your body grows old, you leave for a while

And your soul sails away from this place

It'll find someone new and they'll grow old one day too

And then that's when life finds a new face

 

But not a single thing here has no purpose

And it's duty to be who you are

You were put on this grass for reason's unknown

And it's painted up over the stars

Reviews

[Robert Anderson]

you have a very interesting approach to portraying your thoughts. eloquent and whimsical yet not overdone. i like, i like very much. thanks for sharing. please, take care.

[Charles]

I enjoyed this read. You toss whimsy to the ether and read the clouds with perfect vision. 'Beauty shines best under black skies' says so much to me because beauty is both superficial and mysterious. Kahlil Gibran wrote 'We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.' We're continually peering through dark places to exalt the mind. Nice job.

[Lowesy]

that was f*****g awesome! (excuse my language) really well done, i liked how you managed to some up the the world in a few stanzas then the circle of life in two! brilliant!

[GTVile]

Brilliant! I loved the rhythm. Absolutely splendifferous. I love the point too, that there is a point to everything. Nice and uplifting for a change. One thing though, I believe you meant "Angels" instead of "angles" but I could be wrong. Anyway, I loved it.

[Forest Green]

whimsical journey into the reality of another one...a fine mist of truth throughout...

steel

[The Analog Kid]

I can hear this as spoken word poetry. Really mature writing!

[Joz]

very nicely written, looking forward to reading more :)

[Steve]

Very well done! You are really a poet!

[Nothing Personal]

Well, its a new take on the purpose of life which we all seek, but rarely truly discover. I am not sure if its straightforward which got jumbled up in my mind but i have a feeling its beautiful. I was talking about the poem. Honestly. For some reason, the first two stanzas made me really happy. Lines which tend to mean more than they literally point. Beautiful allegorical allusions. Oh Silence and Chaos- Oxymoronic relaxation. I am curious as to who the 'you' and ' I ' are in this poem. This style of using you and I has a sense of attachment. The poem never drifts apart too far from the poet. Stays close. Keeps warm. You may think this is a bit crazy reviewing style but i have been quite sincere to what i felt.
In very simple terms,
I loved this poem. Certain images, concepts that i framed while reading this warmed me up. Enjoyed it. In terms of language as well as delivery, excellent work.

[Tony]

A lively write with a catchy cadence-- really like the imagery here "and it's painted up over the stars" really like that. Nice poem all around.

Makosica