Seeds of Motion

A poem I wrote about a future that is delved within pain and only with love we could be saved.

Upon the ancient troubled tomb
Heading towards the open sky
Troubling while I hear the womb
A child burst and turns to cry

Strewn upon the open galaxy
While stars fade out in time
Whales open wide with misery
As we stumble across the line

Phasing out this earthly chant
While we pause for a moment
Battering around the rustic rant
Taking in this precious token

Pulling wonders out of thin air
While we wait out the clock
Blinding eyes with deeming fair
Walking the stroll around the block

Let the puppets dance and sing
And the people gather in masses
Tilling the bell that master’s ring
Watching the clock as it passes

Moments die and wither in vain
We can dwindle in our own desires
Time spits out those cried in rain
Forsaking those put in the fire

Flames rise high, water never boils
Knowing full well what lingers here
We roll around the sun as it coils
Shedding the string, recognizing fears

The special hand from heaven above
While we separate the heart in two
Mesmerized by selfish forbidden love
Knowing full well what is the hue

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

As with the other...I see this is a theme you like to put forth in your work...with the 8 stanzas and the rhyme scheme...of course...this represents a different feel for the subject matter...yet the style is the same in all aspects...