Wars of life come upon you like raging waves
They leave big scars on your soul's skin
It'll hurt you deeper and deeper no matter how good is your sword's swing
Blood has got to be spilled..life's a vicious a spin
You think you got used to the pain..when it is dark you try to sing
In life's religion; telling the truth is blasphemy and your patience is an unforgivable sin
Yeah..I've been such a hell of a blasphemer in this life
I can do nothing about it..my mother breast feeded me the milk of strife
Hi kiddo, I had a bit of trouble reading this with my old eyes.......but I got enough of it to say right on! I love "when it is dark you try to sing" and the mother's milk, oh yeah.......keep shining (it pisses our detractors off! hee hee)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much ma'm..especially for the effort you did to read my writing :) It's quiet an honor for me to read this reply from such a cool poet like you :)
Deletestrife does tend to pass generation to generation...
ReplyDeletelife can def be a vicious spin as well....but we figure it out
little by little
I love this. It's short but packs a succulent sucker punch to the brain. I had to re-read this a couple of times just to make sure that I "got" all of it. Fantastic.
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DeleteReally?! I'm flattered :) I'm so glad my writing has such an effect on you ma'm. Thank you for the compliments!
DeleteI love poems that tax my brain just the ways your did!
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I'll take that as a compliment :D thank you :)
DeleteFrom war to blasphemy to strife (the very essence of war) full circle. A very good read.
ReplyDeleteThanks! :)
DeleteIf truth is blasphemy, I am a blasphemer as well....and don't mind at all. Quite a poem here!
ReplyDeletelol..welcome to the gang ma'm! Thank you very much :)
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