my poems
Posted by mercurior
i sometimes write poems, and stories and well little bits of everything, and i thought i would share with you a poem i wrote ages ago, way before i met faust.
it was when i was trapped in a training centre which was so soul destroying, i thought i would write a poem about it.
hope you like it, it is a bit miserable.
time is my enemy
trapped in an eternity
of loneliness and boredom
can anyone rescue me from
this time of nothing
the quiet time has ended
the enemies are at the gate
forcing, pleading begging
to justify their lives
yet to accept would be disaster
no one cares about the lost
we are hidden from the world
in a purgatory forced upon us
we endure, we still live
even if they destroy our souls
yet some of us fight
their pathetic beliefs
of a worthy existence
doing things we hate
the call is out
the enemy tries to call
yet it fails
in their place of loneliness
they cry their words
into the air
they know the truth
these enemies of reality
they say they understand
yet not believe
we know the truth
outdated items and thoughts
born in another age
no on knows the truth
apart from the lost
we carry on for to give in lies ruin
black hearts and black souls
all in a pretty package
yet the blackness remains
in their hearts
to justify themselves
our hearts call for revolution
yet we cant agree
our confidence has gone
we live day to day
without hope
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I just post the stories, for interest.. for everyone
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
- A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene ii
Voltaire said: "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."
H.L.Mencken wrote:"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.â€
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. Albert Einstein
it was when i was trapped in a training centre which was so soul destroying, i thought i would write a poem about it.
hope you like it, it is a bit miserable.
time is my enemy
trapped in an eternity
of loneliness and boredom
can anyone rescue me from
this time of nothing
the quiet time has ended
the enemies are at the gate
forcing, pleading begging
to justify their lives
yet to accept would be disaster
no one cares about the lost
we are hidden from the world
in a purgatory forced upon us
we endure, we still live
even if they destroy our souls
yet some of us fight
their pathetic beliefs
of a worthy existence
doing things we hate
the call is out
the enemy tries to call
yet it fails
in their place of loneliness
they cry their words
into the air
they know the truth
these enemies of reality
they say they understand
yet not believe
we know the truth
outdated items and thoughts
born in another age
no on knows the truth
apart from the lost
we carry on for to give in lies ruin
black hearts and black souls
all in a pretty package
yet the blackness remains
in their hearts
to justify themselves
our hearts call for revolution
yet we cant agree
our confidence has gone
we live day to day
without hope
*********************************************************************************************************************************
I just post the stories, for interest.. for everyone
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
- A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act III, Scene ii
Voltaire said: "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."
H.L.Mencken wrote:"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.â€
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. Albert Einstein
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