*song*

*song*

A Poem by Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)
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...just wrote the first thing that came to mind...

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When did I fall off the face of the earth

When did I become my worst enemy

Was it when everything was clear, blue skies

...and then I saw your eyes, and it's alright

...and then I saw your eyes, and everything's fine.

 

When did my worst dreams become deep reality

crippling my soul,

gauging at my eyes

fundamentals I learned in my youth

(They're all) all based upon re-occuring lies

 

Profound pleasures

insightful discoveries

elude my tattered, worn-out soul

 

I roam about, at the earliest hours

in search of what might make me content

You see, I have no companions

As I look to my left and to the right

They are all consumed with their current gaities

I'm consumed with my lifelong dilema

 

Could it be I'm just to far-out

Could it be I'm just all alone

Could it be we're all outa' time

Could I be taking desperate measures...

Casting myself upon cloudless harmonies...

In search upon common ground, you see.

 

When the soft twilight approaches

near the still of the night

...and the poet is left with nothing to write

...is it so that he retreats into his dreams

and brightest memories

soon we shall find out

as the hour draws near

What awaits us so, in the wake of a new day

 

No more struggle...

No more constant fears...

No more confusion...

No more tears...

© 2012 Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)


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Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)
Nate E. Flake (Cösmic Wönder)

Where The Wild Things Are, CA



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just started writing poetry, a way of art to express myself, to release my emotions I enjoy the works of Walt Whitman, E.E. Cummings, Langston Hughes, W.E.B. Dubois, William Ernest Henley, Ernest H.. more..

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