I am a man of few words,
though numerous thoughts may have just occured.
Obserd placid and wondrous thoughts,
addendums into my substantial pot
to steep and soak spice into everyday life-
to resign conditioned and forget the admission.
Encounter whats inscribed, a series of fastened doors,
each with a number, one through nine,
to define your fate in minimal time.
Can you confine yourself to one dormant room-
to groom and broom your every move, everywhere?
sit and stare, look where, but nowhere, and not care?
Undermine all doors and progress your life,
never suffice, create an expendable device.
To ignite the nights heavens
and bring forth a new light for your flight of thought.
Don't let them rot
to contribute is your claim
so don't facilitate the brain!
I am a man of few words.
Copyright © ®2009, Chris Holmberg. All rights reserved
With a vast vocabulary few words are needed, yet we must remember not to use these words that we love so much in an over abundance, or we will confine our readership to the very elite few. nice one 10
wow.... this one is really nice... a good poem... well penned..a10+++++
wow i like a man of few few words! ! :) :) that was a great poem. not caring about some stuff...10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In every thought and every sight, even if seen wrong or right, by every one you and me threr in side lies poetry. Heart filled with love stabed with pain all aborad the mental train. I will be posting more stuff later. You keep up the good work. Hope to hear from you agin. This was a good read. You can check out some of my other work on you tube. The keyword is extream poetry. From: The Lightman George Garrett Anastasia.