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A Seeker
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It is a rhyming poem...I don't usualy do a lot of rhymes but this one is all about it. Enjoy...or hate...it doesn't matter...
A Pain of Apogee
As the smoke rises to the sky-
I find myself, looking into the eye.
Staring back into my self I find a deed-
Of a desperate action that warrants the plea.
A Change; whistles around the hill-
For better, or worse, it comes to be still…
In silence; the saber slices the sword-
A man of hatred plays his chord!
Tunes that haunt and tunes that barter-
A melody, that floods blood of the martyr-
Soothing liquid that calms my rage-
Or a speck of acid that corrodes my age?
Fate is constant or is it jagged-
Sharp stabs that sting the sagged?
But the choirs continue to sing-
Day in day out about your king?
What is to come of this shout to heaven?
As I tell my story does is leaven?
I cannot know I cannot grasp-
Again and again does time lapse.
Gratitude is all I ask for my spirit does weep-
But gratitude is denied when the king does sleep!
Kingdoms of complication, a kingdom of guarantee, thus-
I must accept this pain of apogee.
A Pain of Apogee
As the smoke rises to the sky-
I find myself, looking into the eye.
Staring back into my self I find a deed-
Of a desperate action that warrants the plea.
A Change; whistles around the hill-
For better, or worse, it comes to be still…
In silence; the saber slices the sword-
A man of hatred plays his chord!
Tunes that haunt and tunes that barter-
A melody, that floods blood of the martyr-
Soothing liquid that calms my rage-
Or a speck of acid that corrodes my age?
Fate is constant or is it jagged-
Sharp stabs that sting the sagged?
But the choirs continue to sing-
Day in day out about your king?
What is to come of this shout to heaven?
As I tell my story does is leaven?
I cannot know I cannot grasp-
Again and again does time lapse.
Gratitude is all I ask for my spirit does weep-
But gratitude is denied when the king does sleep!
Kingdoms of complication, a kingdom of guarantee, thus-
I must accept this pain of apogee.