Luke Easter

Rookie - 11 Points (Cleveland, Ohio)

Who Am I & Is It Merely A Guess? - Poem by Luke Easter

“Who Am I” is not the question but it’s, “Who Are You? ”
What gives you the right to say I won’t make it through?
In the midnight hours when I’m facing the midnight sky,
Angelic soul of Lucifer’s lamb is not for you to ask why.

Shall I find my heart numbed as if forsaken by my bride?
Or might I forever be defined by your silly broken pride?
While the callous hearted groom smiling in her face lied,
Whereas, all his selfishness unlike mine is glory gone by.

And so, I question my existence from extreme sensitivity,
Ah ha! As it kills my calm desecrating sensual creativity,
Unforeseen darkness wraps like pit-vipers above the sky,
The hissing smell of morbid air is someone about to die?

Unfamiliarity heightens sensory perception igniting fears,
Now this seems to be very unfair, I call does anyone hear?
It echoes an unheard melody stricken by my worldly fame,
Tense, distress, full of tragedy who really knows my name?

Persistence is only acknowledge purely in the great beyond,
Yet we still preserve in the present, myself & Gulsher John,
A mandate for this creative journey, from Ohio to Pakistan?
Align with stars in the heavens, Amos 3: 3, we agree we can.

A battle filed of the mind is greater than actual war on earth,
As that is where it is determined what we are actually worth,
Did not David defeat Goliath and with less Armour to bear?
For equality has no bearing when God in our heart we wear.

Might all of my Quixote's schemes turn me into Satan’s flame?
”To build an El Dorado upon Hades` realm” one unholy shame?
Was it a Judas` kiss which brought to me nothing but this mess?
Will anyone ever decipher, “Who Am I & Is It Merely A Guess? ”

w/Gulsher John


Comments about Who Am I & Is It Merely A Guess? by Luke Easter

  • Veteran Poet - 1,253 Points Xelam Kan™ (6/5/2013 9:33:00 PM)

    Indeed This our sensory perception that reveals upon our shallow understanding to value the Don Quixote schemes, few could reckon that life is Hades realm far away from El dorado..
    Mr.luke morbid intellect is exploring some horrid zone of our arid life....
    Luxuries of life indeed seems to me a Judas kiss........ lets question of our existence
    Great job Sir (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 2, 2013


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