Bull Hawking

End Of Line - Poem by Bull Hawking

Somehow this feels like the end of a line
Looking back I see my track...examine every scratch
How'd I get here where I go
Somebody wake me....

Then will I know
if life is more than dreamin
and this frame is more than lumber
Take me back inside my tree

Let me flower you with praise
Let me know your inner workings
Let me be your grease
keep all your wheels on spinnin

We are the machinery of love.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about End Of Line by Bull Hawking

  • Gold Star - 16,123 Points Mandolyn ... (12/30/2014 10:24:00 AM)

    Take me back inside my tree - wow. I love that. that line dove into my eyes and straight into my cerebellum where it pitched a tent.

    The whole thing rang my doorbell this morning. Good stuff, king haw (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 54,880 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/20/2014 2:53:00 AM)

    machinery of love, good writing, thanks.
    please read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2014

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