Friday, June 25, 2004

Poetry I

You don’t see that your lies cannot compromise
What He was said to have worked for, bled for, and died for.
Anger breeds inside of me, believed in your theogony
Lives that do not live anymore, I had been there before,
Believed the score, but nevermore.
Just waste your time not thinking, sinking down as you are swallowed down,
By The One that was sent to save you.
Immortalized, by promises that could not be kept, leaps of faith that should not have been leapt.
But you made them, believed them, and still you sinned?
Nothing left to put your faith in. But it happens again.
Paradise does not wait for the waning of your mortality,
Wake up from your dream and savor a meal of reality
A Flower, dog, nor river gets a heaven when each dies,
Do you still not realize, you have bought the lies,
A child cries.
Death is the end.


Tried to think a thought tonight,
Cried with a drink I fought with fright.
Never ending whispers I hear so real.
Clever mending answers I fear to feel.
Reality is a mindless perception perceived.
Mentality gives us timeless sensations deceived.


And now its time to look into the dreams of a fearful soldier,
Fighting his way, yet not knowing what his way is.
Walking into a future of paths not yet laid, not yet made.
He tries and cries, but it will not cure his subliminal alienation.
he walks mentally wounded before the battle ever begins.
His soul has been beaten and badgered by the ones he put his faith in.
Empty truster.
Choosing what is right, but not knowing his choice is wrong.
He doesn’t know what’s right, what’s worse is he doesn’t want to fight.
Too young to kill, too young to realize he is not as old and ready as he
Conceives and perceives himself to be.
But he follows
He is an Indian following a chief.
Nothing but a Naïve sheep.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Greg's a poet? Who'd of known it?

Fri Jun 25, 09:32:00 AM EDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"A Flower, dog, nor river gets a heaven when each dies"

Rivers don't really die. They continue on into the oceans and back again. (A sort of Tao if you will) The water cycle. Or perhaps you could call it the circle of life, haha just kidding.


Mon Jun 28, 02:22:00 PM EDT  
Blogger Greg said...

I should have a rule:

No dumb comments.

Rivers do die. So do lakes. Anyone who has heard the term "salt flats" knows this.

Thank you for reading my poetry!

Mon Jun 28, 03:21:00 PM EDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

But the water that made up the rivers and the lakes is still around, it's just in a different place. What if the water from one lake evaporates and then falls down and enlarges another lake elsewhere. Without being too literal you could say that the original lake is still a live; it's just not a live like it used to be. (I'm going to write something that will definitely be open to attacks, obvious ones) It's analogous to marriage. You have a guy who lives by himself but then he moves and isn't what he used to be, he's part of a couple now. So, is he dead or is he still a live? (Once again, I wrote that being fully aware that anyone reading it will be able to make any number of obvious and most likely inane comments)


Wed Jun 30, 12:28:00 AM EDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Also, I hope that I'm not the only here who notices that we are seemingly arguing(sp?) two different things.

Wed Jun 30, 12:30:00 AM EDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I do admit that there are lakes which are called dead lakes since they can no longer support life of any kind. This happens usually because there is too much salt in them or for a number of other reasons. But this does nothing to my argument; it only strengthens yours.

a live = alive for all previous posts


Wed Jun 30, 01:00:00 AM EDT  

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