Poems of Life

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  • Loveb4Life
    Loveb4Life Posts: 26
    Well I guess I can't prove that I'm a guy. You could look at my profile and my AIM name. It stands for Kevin Robins.


    "A Song for the Future"

    Rejoice all you sons and daughters of the coming age
    For you were born with hopes to engage.
    You have been chosen to be liberators of this land
    You will be the cleansers of humanity’s blood-stained hands.

    In years of past battles have been fought,
    Wars have been started, and valor has been sought.
    Children and elders, peasants and knaves,
    Have perished in battles, but not in vain!

    For if we look to those days for the merits of war,
    Through all the lives, that have died by the sword
    An ocean of sorrow, dread, might, and sin
    Love will finally conquer, and change our direction.
    “DON'T TELL ME this IS REAL because it is the edge chunk of what I feel!”

    -Michael McClure
  • Loveb4Life
    Loveb4Life Posts: 26
    "The Beauty of Watching Eyes"

    The sun rises on the
    Blue-green calm of the north Pacific,
    The prairies and the ghettos,
    The tundras and the deserts.
    Its light reaches the proud savannahs
    Of central Africa, the snow-capped
    Mountains of Siberia, and the lush
    Green cloud forests of Central America.

    But what of this matter?
    Do not the other eight planets count
    The rising sun in their own deserts, storms,
    Mountains and canyons?

    The beauty that the sun does rise
    Lies solely in our watching eyes.
    For what of art that remains unseen
    Worthless measures, unfit even to dream!
    “DON'T TELL ME this IS REAL because it is the edge chunk of what I feel!”

    -Michael McClure
  • Loveb4Life
    Loveb4Life Posts: 26
    I've heard different interpretations of this one from a bunch of my friends. I wrote it while I was drunk so I really don't remember if I was trying to make it romantic or tragic. Let me know what you think. Peace and love.

    "Shards of my Soul"

    Oh my clouded soul!
    Ruptures and sins
    Vices and dinge
    Taint my life like silent venom!

    Oh the purifying kiss
    How I long
    For its curing tenderness
    Its sweet shadow beckons my heart
    Like a shooting star longing for home!

    Oh the desperate shards of my soul!
    Lying dismayed, disgruntled,
    Searching for their brothers!
    Hating the immense fog
    Of my own loathsome weakness.
    “DON'T TELL ME this IS REAL because it is the edge chunk of what I feel!”

    -Michael McClure

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