The_Bloom_OfDarkness
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Days gone by since the boy seen her face,
Her words echo in his mind.. shaking through the place.
He starts cleaning his room to fill more space,
So he threw his mess into the flame and set it ablaze.
The fire grew brighter and consumed all the things,
it gave the boy a light to help him find his way,
So he began set sailing to arrive on this day,
To deliver the message justice has finally came.
There was a vision while gazing upon the likeness of the sun,
Voices crying.. screaming... help us, love.
The boy had seen an eagle swoop down snapping the neck of a dove,
Then the earth opened up and the bird had sunk.
Then a voice spoke out loud...
"Undo what they have done.
Open their foundation out from the mud,
Drag them sons of bitches to the pits they belong!!"
The boy woke up began fiddling with things,
He picked up his flute and started playing away,
Watching time pass like sand falling every which way,
The boy picks up the pieces counting each grain.
Step by step the boy marks his way....
Until the pillars have fallen right into place.
This is part two of the blooming lotus poem I've been constructing. I am into art and I hope it is not too much to have on here. They are just art. Poems.. forms of expressions through symbolism. I hope you guys enjoy so far. I'm looking for constructive feedback as well if anyone reads these. Feel free to share your comments and opinions if you wish.
Her words echo in his mind.. shaking through the place.
He starts cleaning his room to fill more space,
So he threw his mess into the flame and set it ablaze.
The fire grew brighter and consumed all the things,
it gave the boy a light to help him find his way,
So he began set sailing to arrive on this day,
To deliver the message justice has finally came.
There was a vision while gazing upon the likeness of the sun,
Voices crying.. screaming... help us, love.
The boy had seen an eagle swoop down snapping the neck of a dove,
Then the earth opened up and the bird had sunk.
Then a voice spoke out loud...
"Undo what they have done.
Open their foundation out from the mud,
Drag them sons of bitches to the pits they belong!!"
The boy woke up began fiddling with things,
He picked up his flute and started playing away,
Watching time pass like sand falling every which way,
The boy picks up the pieces counting each grain.
Step by step the boy marks his way....
Until the pillars have fallen right into place.
This is part two of the blooming lotus poem I've been constructing. I am into art and I hope it is not too much to have on here. They are just art. Poems.. forms of expressions through symbolism. I hope you guys enjoy so far. I'm looking for constructive feedback as well if anyone reads these. Feel free to share your comments and opinions if you wish.
