Who’s winning?
If you can’t see me, I don’t want to be found,
I alone created this war, the human race will finish the rest,
In the depths of ones mind it’s easy to drown,
I am not a scapegoat, nor the one to hound,
Underneath the cover of guilt, I blend in like the rest,
If you can’t see me, I don’t want to be found
Day to night to day, the world spins around,
We continue to think we know it all, and that we are the best
In the depths of ones mind it’s easy to drown,
Matter, volume, elements, and life all in one mound,
We were given this planet, a gift that we now infest
If you can’t see me, I don’t want to be found
They all have their own way, and it changes seemingly without sound,
As for us, we have used 3 branches to craft our nest,
In the depths of ones mind it’s easy to drown,
When we are gone, a new species will be crowned,
But, I hope they know they are but a guest,
If you can’t see me, I don’t want to be found,
In the depths of ones mind it’s easy to drown.
2 comments:
I had to re-read this twice. But not that it doesn't make sense, I had to re-think it. It's deep.
My favorite part is the last stanza:
"When we are gone, a new species will be crowned,
But, I hope they know they are but a guest,
If you can’t see me, I don’t want to be found,
In the depths of ones mind it’s easy to drown".
I'm assuming the poem is nature versus man, I could be wrong. But that's how I interrupt it. Great job!
Let me stare by saying I think Poems are gay lol and ashaimed to admit one has touched me. I'm a firm believer that any or all artistic expretions are ment to be anelised filtered than re-produced to fit the recivers relation tords the meaning of that specific peace of art. I agree with Sweetest Surrenders assumption nature vs man is the poems theme and message. But what intrests me more is not triying to unlock the poems meaning but on the contrary I find more enjoyment out of imagening what the poet is undergoing and the situations he is endoring in that specific section of his time line on our earth but more so if you personely know the artist. You said in your poem a new species would be cround..Did you have a specific animol I that rises to your imaginations surfice or maybe an out terestriol being.now I find the similaritys between mamols and people veary amusing...Think about it If a dog lives a life of hard ship from the first rey of sunlight that reflects of its whet plisenta coverd body wutch hasent eaven past thru its hostes vagina all the way yet. and compare that to a dog thats lived in a mansion with a soft bed and food on hand at all times thru out the day with out eaven a whimper.so now imagine both trading worlds faster than the sound of a harmonic breaking than fusing with light thats reflecting thru layers of heat arising from difrent tempertures of the ground. the spoiled would be killed.... the murderer a lack of general knoledge/panic/a lack of world exposure. or how about the dog thats never tasted the sweet nector of life and became engolfed in a secure worry free enviroment. but not aloud to go further than the back yard. what if those dogs where human. what if those human where similler in many ways but both braine washed that the other was a dog. both have the same amount of trust to the dog or human above them and both are lied to the same amount. .........................hate your comon enemy becuse with no comon enemy comes with no comon agreement and without agreement go's without unity....eavin if they have only but a crown.
P.S. Sorry No Spell Check.
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