I shall not


I shall not lower my head with rainbows
nor with the flood of fleeing beasts
dragging whole cities in despair and haste.
Nor shall I bleed for nails on markets
where men of dust carefully congregate.

I shall not pave the blinds of tomorrow
nor lean against the pipes of confrontation
disturbing peace at all hours of the break.
Nor shall I ask you to breathe gasoline
where engines fail to perform miracles.

Tyrants of the sun sling day that fortify
army shadows that spring cry just for fun
dares my vision walk to choose today
between the mercury speed of windows
and desires of pure pursuit into the other.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-09-14 at 12:52

Tags Beast  Flood  Tyrant 

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J. E.
Excellent poetry. Good flow, language and spirit. I enjoy the way you put words together and makes me want to read again.

Sincerely,
J. E.
2006-09-28