Your life

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by JamiesNewEra, Dec 19, 2008.

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  1. JamiesNewEra

    JamiesNewEra New Member

    Is it me standing before you
    or the ghost of your childhood
    the hand of god with every neat drawing
    erasing the memories and colouring the new

    your first birthday to your last
    the scream when you first teath , the sigh of compassion
    and the fire in your heart as you stand with your defiant glare
    Standing your ground, with your lifes knowledge
    Challenging your mother to the simplest of things that makes it more like life

    Are we all programmed with our own viruses
    to corrupt and taint as we download the wrong programs
    and write our own scripts and snipets of coding in our own lives
    attempting to reboot ourselfs and occasionly turn of the power for good

    The light in your eyes which leave you with the final spark
    dancing in the dark & playing with your shadow brother
    Flying through the world and gathering for the eternal rave in heaven
    watching down on life and changing the past/ present to suit your mood

    your guardian playing your life with a pen and a set of cards
    playing the chance care , like a cheap game show with poor ratings
    social understandings flickering through bye channels and channels
    your life isn't your life but a complex program which you create and destroy
    at your own choosing!
     
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Beautiful poem Jamie. Thank you for sharing :hug:
     
  3. Rockster

    Rockster Guest

    That is a really nice poem, congrats
     
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