Post by alfredo on Nov 16, 2008 0:49:27 GMT -5
From time to time
I step outside this world
to seek some words
to wash away misery
to calm a thousand
selfish storms
to focus on the and lonely
and forgotten
or with my pen
hold above
a prism of love
lost now forgotten,
just so it will shine
once more
perhaps with words that blow
gentle embers
on forgotten dreams
or lift a little, the fogs that
snuff out liberty
or raise the flags of the fallen
to once more, catch the wind
magnify the poor in spirit
resurrect something
lost to pride and prejudice
to fill arid minds
with fruits
of imagination
slipping delicious drops
on dry mouths
of readers
to convey
the beauty I survey
with words
I pray
will catch the breath
or lift a hand
to the mouth
in wonder.
Original
From time to time
I step outside this world
to seek some words
to wash away misery
to calm a thousand
selfish storms
that pound the undeserving
to focus on the forgotten
and lonely
or with my pen
hold above
a prism of love
lost now forgotten,
just so its will shine
once more
perhaps with words that blow
gently the embers
on forgotten dreams
or lift a little, the fogs that
snuff out liberty
or raise the flags of the fallen
to once more, catch the wind
magnify the poor in spirit
resurrect something lost
to pride and prejudice
to fill arid minds
with the fruits
of my imagination
slipping delicious drops
on the dry mouth
of the reader
to accurately convey
the beauty I survey
with words
I pray
will catch the breath
or lift the hand
to the mouth
in wonder.
I step outside this world
to seek some words
to wash away misery
to calm a thousand
selfish storms
to focus on the and lonely
and forgotten
or with my pen
hold above
a prism of love
lost now forgotten,
just so it will shine
once more
perhaps with words that blow
gentle embers
on forgotten dreams
or lift a little, the fogs that
snuff out liberty
or raise the flags of the fallen
to once more, catch the wind
magnify the poor in spirit
resurrect something
lost to pride and prejudice
to fill arid minds
with fruits
of imagination
slipping delicious drops
on dry mouths
of readers
to convey
the beauty I survey
with words
I pray
will catch the breath
or lift a hand
to the mouth
in wonder.
Original
From time to time
I step outside this world
to seek some words
to wash away misery
to calm a thousand
selfish storms
that pound the undeserving
to focus on the forgotten
and lonely
or with my pen
hold above
a prism of love
lost now forgotten,
just so its will shine
once more
perhaps with words that blow
gently the embers
on forgotten dreams
or lift a little, the fogs that
snuff out liberty
or raise the flags of the fallen
to once more, catch the wind
magnify the poor in spirit
resurrect something lost
to pride and prejudice
to fill arid minds
with the fruits
of my imagination
slipping delicious drops
on the dry mouth
of the reader
to accurately convey
the beauty I survey
with words
I pray
will catch the breath
or lift the hand
to the mouth
in wonder.