Rage in Rhythm, About Which I have not written

Poetry is nothing to me but love notes to the future

I do not see a future without

Beggars and cripples, I am among them

I do not envision a future

 

Without orphans and lonely people

God knows I am one of them!

There is no posthumous balance

 

For time’s suffering, we are what we are

I hereby declare, I won’t be afraid

To let my suffering show

 

In hopeless debt, financially and emotionally

It will suffice that I reach blindly

Love with brass-throated horns

 

Indebted to a ruthless universe

Whose to say that I did not ask once

For seething storms, hopeless years

 

Among today’s swindlers and dealers

How many times shall I be had?

I do not see a future, without

 

You in it, without the absence of finding

People like me, whatever it is, that I am. 

Author's Note

Even with the prospect of having no readers, this idea moves me.

Reviews

[Nona]

I like that the last lines give hope and light...

the positive vibe makes itself present in the images of human connection "finding people like me" and in your uncertainty "whatever it is" which opens a new horizon for exploration which will definately lead to discovering a rainbow universe in yourself and around! it will be this way!

[Prolific In Verse]

and for you, what brings you light?

[Marie]

It is a very moving idea...but I see a brighter future than you do.

[Prolific In Verse]

I hope you do Marie, I see that in Benny.

[Circe]

you know... I admire your passion... and this is great passion.. vindication of life and art... it inspires me, makes me want to be a person like you! and hope that I am! it doesn't mean anything to have things if we can't appreciate them or share them... in suffering and in comfort we are universally together... i really feel these words... you affect my soul in the most beautiful way.

[Prolific In Verse]

thanks.