A Poem by stranger-n-life

The longing...

 What god is this
that stole my heart
that says of me
we feel apart

pain set so near
to what I am
that takes me back
where I began

the thought is lies
the world a dream
the spirit more
than what I seem

I know I came
and I will go
but in between
what can I know

for all my truth
I know is lies
and makes this world
 which I despise

from whence I came
I hold most dear
it makes me love
it holds no fear

so love is all
for now
to be
my love for you
it makes me free

a world of chains
it has no gains
it sells and buys
with all its lies

so sell most souls
and what's it mean
for none is lost
in time obscene

it was an act
a drama dumb
that truly few
yet overcome...

so lonely I
look at the sky
save for our 'home'
I'd be alone

in this machine
still lives the dream
nor can it die
... but few ask why

© 2010 stranger-n-life

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Very complex. Liked it alot, well done =]

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London, Wildlands, United Kingdom

A poet , looking inside and out for relations to the spirit of love that is so far 'above' this world ... truth of heart that tears apart the lies which many folks, for now, live by ... from which .. more..


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