Halt

Halt

Today I hate buddha
In search of nonsense.
In search of an enigma.
And the hatred for pigeon and swans
The symbol of peace.

Fighting heart and mind
Today you lost the battle.
Yes, you sought salvation.
Well, living in commotion is
A religion
A routine.

Yet another page you tore
From my book of memoranda.
Today I saw a flock of crows
Singing your eulogy.
Yes, the grim reaper laughing
At this gutless humanity.

Well, there you stood at the terminal
And proved him wrong.
I wanted you to keep writing.
Instead adding pages.
Silent and hurt.
Fullstop.




Poetry by CJScrawls
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Written on 2018-07-04 at 06:00

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I understand that your foundation and involvement in poetry started from the music you listen to. My major influence in past few years has been songs as well but you need to differentiate between the two forms, especially the fact that in songs, music fills for the lack of structure or even coherence for that matter, while we only have words in here (and line breaks and yada yada I mean you get my point). Again as I say to most in here, ruminate some more. Don't just say things we've been hearing all our lives. Hope to read more, refined pieces from you.
2018-07-05