Topic: Where is my Helipad? 2
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Thu 08/15/13 08:15 PM
Edited by shapirobo on Thu 08/15/13 08:20 PM
It’s been a while since last I saw such a black & white view
The 90’s, I think was last I saw this scene play out on a screen
a little kid then, innocent & accepting
how far you’ve gone!
Trapped in between now & then, Boy or Man?
Like a stitch-thread drowning in blood trying to escape its cell of flesh
I Struggle to love or hate the overly awful familiar stench of blood
Climbing out of this grave, like differentiating pus from blood just by smell

I can’t bare the reflection of myself, I fear worse discovered worst
Like a well-cared for tree withering off, is it the care-giver or the weather?
The choice to blame is always plain
we are as much a product of ourselves as much as our friends
I wear my crown of shame with such pride, a man humbled by his deeds
the period between prescriptions & strength has left my mind on crutches

An itching man tight in straps, a mountain too steep to climb
how lovely things just get plucked off!
Withered yellow leaves of men drained dry, falling apart from a firm stem
beautiful like a hunters aim on a prey yet just as harmful
Bad men stubborn like weeds, I wonder why the undeserving remain on their feet
majestically I grief myself like I were someone else; This person I’ve become!

Past, Passed, pass, pus; so close yet so far away
the different meanings of such insignificantly significant words, logically & primal
how little wars like whether to awake or not can shape lives, wars bigger than a world at war
Attention! The difference between a soldier & a scholar; how equal minds can make such a fuss!
Of a song…
Some hear drums beat, guitar strings, violin tunes; some find meaning in the simple poetry.
A mystery I starve to solve, the impact of definition

A taste of my conflict, the wars I fight with myself
Where to land this plane? I find myself drowned in pain
why are our views defined by what we’ve seen?
Questions as impossible as man’s so called beautiful view of the stars
Complex like complexion & perception; Then there were racists & cultures
Language perceived verbally and mentally, the difference in interpretation