A Break in the Trees

I took a stroll down to the brook to find myself
It was a rainy day, nothing particularly special about it
I heard the quiet rushing of the water as I approached the secluded stream
And I saw the fawn that leapt before me

Bending down to the quaint eddy, I looked at the crystal water
That reflected me with perfect clarity, and unparalled precision
I saw the striking image of myself cast against me
But it was not a perfect match.



We want to stand on the shoulders of giants but be judged amongst the hearts of men
We want to bask in the glory of gods but are content with the infamy of humanity
We want to be the best we can be but do not mind to fall short
We want to bite off more than we can chew even if it doesn't taste good

Let us die as the winds cut through us and carry our ashes to the wind
Let us suffer as we are cut down and unmercifully slaughtered
Let us fall and stumble as we cut ourselves on that rusty nail
Let us bandage ourselves and learn

Let us be gods; Let us be humans.





Poetry by Xuxa
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Written on 2006-10-02 at 04:55

Tags God  Human 

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Coolaaron88
The briliance just constantly shines through your work. Good Job : )

~Aaron Rowe
2006-10-03


keith nunes
i like the wisdom and the clever take you put on this piece
2006-10-02