NOPOET –worlds solution—

> Sensitive cradle of words
> Struck in each letter
> Aiming for wisdom hurts
> Cruelly knowing better
>
> To marvel this soil
> Full of suspicious thoughts
> Brings character to boil
> Over tremendous efforts
>
> Siege of free souls
> Dazzled by passing sun
> Blaze into spirit holes
> Of the awaking one
>
> Compassion variously fails
> Without moving any change
> And passionately hales
> To society so strange
>
> Appearance of a king
> Became a public goal
> In ages of a string
> Bound on characters role
>
> Forgotten lenient love
> Forgotten clemency share
> For now what to have
> Is been bought everywhere
>
> Bright future growing dim
> By the reign of few
> Chances balances the rim
> Evident state not new
>
> Mystic years I spent
> Given to my creation
> After all the end
> Dead is my donation
>
>
> cnc
> 22.05.10 10:08
>
>
> THE SURELY COURSE
>
> Surely I have to die
> As everything for sure
> But I ask me why
> Life has been so poor
>
> Surely tried to be fair
> And good as good can be
> But not everywhere
> Is eye able to see
>
> Surely I have plenty given
> More than I could spend
> But where have I driven
> Not always being gent
>
> Surly tried a few
> More as good for me
> But after all I knew
> It wasn’t good to see
>
> Surely I been creative
> At least for a while
> But turn me into native
> Failed in vain in smile
>
> Surely tried my time
> After all fairy tale
> But never saved a dime
> It was on me to fail
>
> Surely I done mistakes
> Missing to sort them out
> But pain is what it takes
> Wouldn’t admit to loud
>
> That surly in the end
> Maybe by will of force
> I strike down and bent
> In a grave of course
>
>
> cnc 21.05.10
> written in the shadows of the morning

Posted by Nicc
Category: cristoball überall, english, POETRY