The Golden Moment

The Golden Moment

A Poem by Satoshi IroTzu

Cracks in the concrete and holes in the road.
I might never see it if I were not poor.
It is poetic in the end
to live and die in place you were born.

Heart of the neighborhood is to rend
if we lose the given path.
In our agony nothing is random,
everything unfolds exactly as God have planned.

Our faith  is our crutch for us never to toss aside or abandon.
To live for nothing or die for something to a soul in agony it does not matter.
After the light comes the dark, 
our salvation awaits for us in Heaven.

The last tear and the smile will share the mark.
My body in the ground they will park.
Those that plot to outrun their demise will be hit hard.
Be or not you be an artist your soul and death is imbued with Avant-garde.

© 2017 Satoshi IroTzu

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As I read this piece, each stanza got better and more expressive. You paint a somewhat sad grime reality but do ever so beautifully, its incredible. thumbs up!

Posted 11 Months Ago

Satoshi IroTzu

11 Months Ago

Respect, Costa Siwale.

I appreciate your honest and insightful feedback.
costa siwale

11 Months Ago

Of course friend, always a pleasure
I like it, especially when you say the following: "It is poetic in the end
to live and die in place you were born."
Very good!

Posted 12 Months Ago

Satoshi IroTzu

12 Months Ago

Respect, Gabriel.

I appreciate your feedback.

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Added on October 27, 2017
Last Updated on October 27, 2017


Satoshi IroTzu
Satoshi IroTzu

Split, Splitsko-Dalmatinska Zupanija, Croatia