Words Come Strolling

Words come strolling playfully
across the chambers of desire.
I flow with them and wonder
why I cannot reach the sun
with every thought
that flies about my mind.

I let myself become a memory
in the shifting meander of
strolling footsteps that have
strangely entered my view.
I am quietly erasing the place
where I began my journey from.

In streams of force the flowing
embers of my brain caress the
hurting emblems of forgotten
sounds hurled like missiles at
my incarnate soul. I proceed
with caution, and thus I stop.

I cannot pretend to feel for
visions that have escaped my line
of fire. Instead I find I must progress
towards a shadow barely seen.
With glorified ambition I can begin
to be the soil I need to create.

Eyes begin to burn as they drop
like coal into the furnace of decayed
wood that represents the solitude
of forests gone dry. I am judge of
both my life and death, and thus I
become my own beginning and end.

Resurrection of hope is lost as I
insist upon a paper which I shall use
to capture every fleeting sentence that
flies like dust upon my shaking hands.
I am destruction, destroying the terror
that has frolicked painfully in my soul.

Reviews

[JimmyFlux]

The second half contains some splendid insight.

[joshua deathdealer]

Last stanza is insanely good. Well done, I love it.

[imagination101]

Strong powerful poem seeking freedom! Last stanza is my favorite!

[Kenneth S.]

Freedom defined.

[Orlando Furioso]

I love the word strolling...and I like 'shifting meander of strolling footsteps' and the aliteration f f f f that recurrs, but then it wld recurr being aliteration i suppose.

[realmwriter]

A very dark and introspective look into the person whom wrote this, into Chris! "Resurrection of hope is lost as I
insist upon a paper which I shall use
to capture every fleeting sentence that
flies like dust upon my shaking hands." That is my favorite line! Keep up the awesome work!

[T.W. Early]

A very deep poem with great imagery! loved the style, it had flair.

[storiestotell]

Love the fifth stanza! The poem is deep and powerful, and written with nice flow.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. Life will take the kindness and gentleness from most people. Destruction of heart and love leave empty shells of people. Need to hold on to some kindness and try to keep hope alive.
"I am destruction, destroying the terror
that has frolicked painfully in my soul."
Thank you for a powerful poem. You can always make me think.
Coyote

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Good message about the summaries of life.