There are those who fear the world, there are those who fear life in itself
We have come to a place of no return, of a place where care has a price
There is a need to find that will, that chance to be ourselves again, a value for life
I remember an earthquake, a pile of rubble and a dead mother wrapped around a sleeping child
Are we a world where war mongers make us fight amongst ourselves
Are we a world where power mongers make us slaves of our own weaknesses
Gone are the days when we need be satisfied with what we have and what we need
Snatched away by hedonistic tendencies of some from poor mortals
Can we find solace in facts, garnished to mollify chieftains
Are not the wise blinded by sterotype and a need to sustain
Facts defaced and wise blinded, can we not find ourselves on foundations written down for all in writing
Are not we entrusted to look for strongholds, that transcend time, a legacy for those to come
In thine arms I lay my spirit, in thine arms I have recourse
I lay in your lap as a autumn leaf that falls gently and makes its way to the ground
As the shadows follow, i need to feel safe in this hour of need
Wrapped in the cloak of truth, as the tides of fear sweep life
Good one Eddy… Keep writing…
Just to add, life is like a “directional less” boat in BIG OCEAN… the direction one gives to it is mainly influenced by so many biased and un-biased hypothesis and theorems – to achieve the optimum/best, with the constraints if, but, so, then, and so on. Nothing is certain… except the fact “non-reversibility”.
Very touching Ed…there seems to be a silent solace in your poems, that add a tinge of joy to troubled hearts. Whenever I come to Eddie’s Kitchen, I am served with the most exquisite desserts in the form of poetry — god bless
thanks for that!! will be sure to serve more of it!!