Who's to say

Who's to say

A Poem by Dream Weaver

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We just stroll on down the road, as we distribute this

heavy load, of broken promises and broken dreams,

love isn’t always as it seems.

 

Who’s to say we belong, forever nomadic in a song,

how much hope, can we cope, as the world watches

closely under a microscope, who’s to say it should be

that way, a fabrication of love in decay.

 

In the darkness of the night, we dream of perfection in

black and white, empty hearts and empty souls, come

together in valleys and knolls.

 

So many miles have come between, everyday a inverted

monochrome scene, when did it start and where will it

end, were we really together just to condescend?

 

Isn’t love pretentious, when spied through the eyes of a

fool, every word sarcastic, enforcing the villainous gag rule.

Still we roll with desperate need, in search of passion at

blinding speed. Has it always been this way, a sort of

perverse judgment day?

 

© 2011 Dream Weaver


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welcome to jaded thursday:) I wore my hat as I read - no red wine though - I'm still at work :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


A pleasurable read!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Meaningful to me at this time, and love the rhyme scheme and the message. Bravo!

Posted 13 Years Ago


It's delusion and elusive where the heart is concerned, things get tangled and we scratch our heads in wonder. Some great questions and even better answers here.

Posted 13 Years Ago


the answer to the questions within our hearts that only our own hearts ( and time) can answer , excellent ~

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow.. What a wonder of a piece this was.. It really took my breath away ya know? I always wondered on why we move forward searching for something that may or may not, be there. Like why is it so hard? Honesty seems to take the back seat sometimes and I so love the romance, the truth face to the wind kind of thing.. Yes fools rush in where others tread slowly, then again, I wonder on what a fool really is, is it the one who takes the chance, or the one who stops trying to feel?

I so loved this, your imagery was perfection and such truth inside and the song, oh it fit perfectily.

Mags xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


We will always search for love. It is ingrained in us and we long for companionship. This is a deep thought provoking poem that has amazing imagery and as always the flow is done really well.

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow, I am reading such insightful pieces today...this flows impeccably with great thought...one of my favorites of yours...and the picture is gorgeous...superb writing...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow. Again, I enjoy your perspective

"Isn’t love bombastic, when seeing through the eyes of a
fool, every word sarcastic, enforcing the infamous gag rule.
Still we roll with desperate need, in search of passion at
full speed. Has it always been this way, a sort of perverse judgment day? "

Tremendous thought here I think

Like it, and the song. I haven't heard that one in a long time. Great pairing.


Posted 13 Years Ago



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