I spaced out one evening back home and it went like this...
Leaving its soul to burn like glowing raindrops
In the darkness of a bed of lies
A silver path over the world
Is this how we're supposed to feel?
Like a walking tombstone, looking ever back at lost life
Is it the pain of love that makes it real?
The fires of hell must seem like a blizzard
When scalded against our constant cries
For mercy from a jealous god
The one who scorns our constant tries
For joy in a cruel world
-And I wonder, in quiet reflection
Are we here to suffer for a reward?
Or are a few beings upon conception
Designed to spin in loneliness forever?
"What are you doing on your back in the grass?
And gazing at the sky like you've lost your mind?"
The moment is shattered, but all things must pass
And my thoughts return to my mortal plane
I'm cheered as I think- dark nights to bring white snows
It inspires me to hope, and to dare and to live
From darkest caves, clear spring water flows...
Unexpected joys come from nowhere, so take care.
So flows the mind in twilight bliss
I hope there is a point to this...
Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 17:52
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On The Grass
The red-scarred sky diesLeaving its soul to burn like glowing raindrops
In the darkness of a bed of lies
A silver path over the world
Is this how we're supposed to feel?
Like a walking tombstone, looking ever back at lost life
Is it the pain of love that makes it real?
The fires of hell must seem like a blizzard
When scalded against our constant cries
For mercy from a jealous god
The one who scorns our constant tries
For joy in a cruel world
-And I wonder, in quiet reflection
Are we here to suffer for a reward?
Or are a few beings upon conception
Designed to spin in loneliness forever?
"What are you doing on your back in the grass?
And gazing at the sky like you've lost your mind?"
The moment is shattered, but all things must pass
And my thoughts return to my mortal plane
I'm cheered as I think- dark nights to bring white snows
It inspires me to hope, and to dare and to live
From darkest caves, clear spring water flows...
Unexpected joys come from nowhere, so take care.
So flows the mind in twilight bliss
I hope there is a point to this...
Poetry by Dominic
Read 680 times
Written on 2006-11-02 at 17:52
Tags Thought Twilight
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