Blu's Poem

[Blu]

To those who have yet to come, I pray...
That those who have yet to come do not follow me...
But followed something of their own choosing...
-------------------------------------------------- their own design...
---------------------------------------------------------------- their own truth...

I wish that they can see something past what it seems to be...
To take a look at the heart behind the the face and the smile...
And what they find I hope they accept,
Because it is only the truth...
-------------------------------------------------- the reality...
---------------------------------------------------------------- the actuality...

In the soul of of another to seek...
Something fairer than anything man (or woman) can speak...
A lie not worth telling or a truth not worth noting...
Simple it seemed when I sought it...
-------------------------------------------------- looked for it...
--------------------------------------------------------------- wanted it...

But not worth the action, anymore...
Reluctant as always to put it aside...
It was right at the time as all things seem to be...
But in retrospect, we see nothing was correct...
-------------------------------------------------- something was wrong...
---------------------------------------------------------------- never quite right...

But then there must have been one who replied...
Telling me to walk back on their choice...
To change the fate that had already been cast...
Told to twist the clock in a worthless attempt...
-------------------------------------------------- futile attempt...
---------------------------------------------------------------- full of contempt...

For the clock which once stood, which I broke in frustration and cast into the sea...
The shores returned me with a piece a day, in my folly I picked up the pieces...
One by one, ages passed and it was all the same, day by day... until one day
The clock I repaired...
-------------------------------------------------- I fixed...
---------------------------------------------------------------- I put back together...
Took me away again.

Here I am in this way. A door closes as another opens.
Approach and the door closes. Leave and it opens.
It taunts and tantilises, the teasing and tempting.
So much to become...
------------ So much to overcome...
------------------------ So much to endure...
------------------------------------ How can you be so sure?
------------------------ So much to achieve...
------------------------------------ Please let me believe...
------------------------ So much you can do...
------------------------------------ You can tell me can't you?
------------------------ So much to say...
------------------------------------ Please give me a way...
------------------------ So much to do...
------------------------------------ Help me get through...
------------------------ So little to look forward to...
------------------------ Then what am I doing...?

Let me go away...

I pray.
That you follow your own way...
And let there be a day...
When you can say...

"I have been here and I have gone. I will remember all that I've learnt...
------------------------ Not what I have been taught..."

[Chibi Jen]

Interesting poem Blu! I think the structure is fascinating... not to forget the content. Great job.

[Sailor Comett]

wow, great poem! I love the structure, so different. I like the feeling behind it too. Well done =^^=

[Death Soldier]

Woah! I like the poem... winding in and out..haven't read a poem before with such a structure. The content is confusing me..what exactly are you trying say? <sorry..it's just me>. That element makes the poem seem mysterious to me. ;D

[Blu]

Well that I wrote when I was kinda anxious about the future and everything, and when it seemed kinda futile to do or hope too much...

[Sailor Comett]

It's absolutly fantasticly amazing, lol! well done (again). You must keep writing because your work is breathtaking!

[Blu]

Two
((Inspired by some friends (who "were" bf/gf) of mine a lil while ago))
Attached they remain
Forever bound
Many hearts in pain
Should it be ever found

Why they do this so needlessly
Forever feeling so alone
A game they play so endlessly
Crying starts to turn to a silent moan

Say to stop when is done and through
But stop they don't when told to do
Their hearts that stay apart as two
"Will forever be alone, just looking at you?"

And then a couple of month after that last poem...

In a conversation with Death Soldier; somehow we landed on the subject of Economics...

Economic Growth ^^
pain in rear.
but it helps spread the cheer
so it can't be too dreer
even so I still fear
oh dear o dear
economic fill o blood sweat and tear
the pain will continue to seer
when the economic holocaust is near
I'll find my economics gear
and throw them off a pier
and enjoy a beer
and maybe abit of deer

((Poet's Note: That should not make sense to too many people. So if you don't get it, don't worry. But isn't that with all poetry ^^))

[Death Soldier]

Blu said:

Two
((Inspired by some friends (who "were" bf/gf) of mine a lil while ago))
Attached they remain
Forever bound
Many hearts in pain
Should it be ever found

Why they do this so needlessly
Forever feeling so alone
A game they play so endlessly
Crying starts to turn to a silent moan

Say to stop when is done and through
But stop they don't when told to do
Their hearts that stay apart as two
"Will forever be alone, just looking at you?"

And then a couple of month after that last poem...

oh... so...
.......................

hmm...

thought about writing a poem about how you feel about it now?

Blu said:

In a conversation with Death Soldier; somehow we landed on the subject of Economics...

lol..oh yeh..I remember this poem. A funny weird one...that you made on the spot..hahaha... You're good at this! Silly, but hey- you thought of it =D

[Blu]

How much I don't want to be what you are.
How much I don't want to become like you.
You are happy; I know that you are
But so much I don't want to be like you.
I would die if I became as little as you are.
I feel dirty just knowing you.
You make me smaller that what you are.
I never knew someone like you.
It hurts to know that you live.
As different from I, a slave.
To your whims and desires I live
In your warm love I lave.
I don't want to live.
If I am to become you slave.
I would not be able to live
If your heart I could not save.

I hate I hate I hate.
But love you all the same.
You make me a person worse
That what I know I could be.
If you ever showed me love in this state.
And you gave me your word and your name.
As much as I can fill your purse.
I know there is truth beyond what I can see.

I lived to love to live.
But I live to loathe your name.
I have no heart left for you (or another)
And only myself to blame.
Foolish child - - the best (?) worst of all mistakes.
It seems I'm walking in a field of rakes.

[Chibi Jen]

Wow.. that poems is filled with umm... anger? or .... I cant think of the word at the moment. I was thinking about your poem, and I get this feeling you're talking about a girl??


Very well written poem, conveys a lot of emotions

[Blu]

I guess people can be angry at things they're afraid of ^^

[Death Soldier]

Hope this place let out your anger a bit...u know blu, you don't seem to be that type of person..you always seem to be the "happy" guy... with these --> ^^

[Chibi Jen]

You're good at poems.. write more!

[Blu]

The Moment
Why do people like each other. Why, just why?
Why do people hurt each other. Why, just why?
Why do people trust each other. Why, just why?
Why do people betray each other. Why, just why?
Why do people care for one another. Why, just why?
Why do people forgive one another. Why, just why?
Why do people give themselves to another. Why, just why?
Why do people take one another. Why, just why?
Why do people love each other. Why, just why?
Why do people hate each other. why, just why?

Why do people live, if we only are cast into the flame?
Why do people die, when we've been promised forever?
Why do people feel, if they'll just walk away?
Why do people touch, when there's no-one there?
Why do people speak, if no-one will listen?
Why do people stay silent, when everyone listens?
Why do people act, the way they all act?
Why do people behave, so un-natural?
Why do people kill, if we're all going to die?

Why do people always ask about "me"?
Why do people never ask about "you"?

[sailorfire]

this is a thought-provoking poem, a moralistic one too! it leads people to ponder and wonder. how elegiac and awesome! fantastic poems!!!