Poems cont.---

Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:30 pm

Drums beat over water.
Wicked waves, the power of mother.

Wicked waves
Wash over me.

Wicked waves
Call out to me.

Drums beat to the rythme of the war.
I don't give a fuck, let em drown.

I am me, and we are we, two diffrent things.
I am me, and we are we, let em drown.

Drums beat over water.
Wicked waves, the power of mother.

Wicked waves, set assunder.
Wicked waves, destroy it all.

Drums beat over water.
Drums beat to the rythme of the war.

I don't give a fuck, where it leaves me.

I'll still survive, I'll still know the end of life.
I'll still survive, in self preservation.

Drums beat over water.
Until the last wave crashes the earth into a million pieces.

Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:33 pm

Where it leaves us all.
Is anybody's guess.

I've tried, to play.
Like I'd make a diffrence.

But my heart, is going seperate ways.
For me, and for mine.

Where it leaves us all.
Is anybody's guess.

Leave it to them to decide.
Leave the story at a rest.

Incompleted.

Because it's complicated.
And I should care more.

But, I just don't.
I have my own life, outside of it all.

Because it's complicated.
And I should care more.

But, I never will.
And that's just the way the world works.

Open book, where the next generation
Can fill in the blanks, if they choose.

Incomplete, and empty pages, just for them.
Just for them, to face the world, head on.

Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 7:37 pm

So many directions, I could walk.
So many choices, left to make.

I'll choose, for me, in the end.
What is best to last forever.

Walk with my mind above all else.
Work against the balances of nature.

To create something, more beautiful.
More beautiful, in the end.

While doing it all with silence, to be presented.
While doing it all with silence, until the end of the fight.

To creat something, more beautiful.
More beautiful, than any other world before.

Walk with my mind, above all else.
Work against the balances of nature.

While doing it all with silence, and a secret pact, and understanding.
Of each, and every race, all set to the same goal in mind.

Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 11:33 pm

More great poems Shelby