Through My Eyes (Shackled by our Nature)

Through My Eyes (Shackled by our Nature)

A Poem by kye-Louie
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My first attempt at anything poetical.

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Shackled in orbit,
The ethereal pull of nature
Drags them in smiling, blind,
Docile with a number in the space.

'Sweet obedience' she croons.

Look...
What do you see?
Yellow and Blue...
Will it soon make green?
Or perchance the puffy red cheeks of failure will reappear.

'Labour is the bane of all humans' she chuckles - and the world heaves.

A single grain of rice latches a ride on a sole,
The journey's away!
Green - cream - tan - brown - green.
The journey ends
A fungus for a tombstone.

Why?

Insurmountable to a handful of rice
The physical.
Our Lives...
Controlled by the invisible; not even the strings are seen.
The puppeteers nails are blue, yellow and red.

Happiness.
A term coined in material,
the plunder of war,
the oil in the water.
The fumes from both stink.
A smile,
His fat fingers make the ripples spread.

In the sheen the lines are blurred;
nature stares for a moment. 

The Goldfinch rips loose a leaf from a blue branched tree and flies.
The red rose is eager, but not impatient; 
Like the insects who climb,
Like the vermin who burrow, 
It begins to realize:
That a bird that revokes it's own path,
Will soon be too lost to the last.   

© 2011 kye-Louie


Author's Note

kye-Louie
Sorry if it is a bit abstract, and jumbled, but i simply wrote as it came to me. Any comments are most welcome, i wish to improve so Simon Cowell me if you can. :)

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Added on June 8, 2011
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kye-Louie
kye-Louie

Weston Super Mare, Somerset, United Kingdom



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