for the bi-polar crew

FUTILE EXISTENCE.

the cock crows when,
the hang mans noose
hangs tense
by dawn-
the neck is snapped,
futile is the mind,
what of war?
what of man kind.

time,
angels of death,
tomorrow-
today, we are born.......
beg for the beggar
bark at the moon-
the cock crows.....
death comes soon.

shot at dawn.
i wear no mask,
futile.........
alone at last.
lonely the long distance runner,
pain his brother:
dawn starts to show..........
oh no
the cock begins to crow.


~by jamie (me)

a few changes.

nahhhh, needs work. a work in progress poem.

Jamie,

Like UR expressive and to the point poem. It's a great way to work out what we need and to communicate thru verse.

Sometimes a picture inspires me or feeling I pick up from others.
Real or not it still effect me in some way. Such a great way to tell UR story .

Keep it coming...I love it!

Hi all! Just posted my new poem PEACE on my ESCAPISM thread. Take care!