Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Long And Tall
My door to the other side is long and tall,
Many have died with shaken hands, long and tall.
Up to me this deed is burned, with shaken fists,
As the fists are hurled against commands, long and tall.
Whispering is the art of the devil who stirs in us,
But the heart shall drive its personality and glands, long and tall.
But the speech of one who stirs the pot of fish is a rule,
As the fish stirs as well, to the sharks’ demands, so long and tall.
My door is wedding, my door begets a fellowship of rule,
For the flatness of the head is all the bands so long and tall.
I am the nastier leader of the east and north, followers
Allow me to instigate the troubles of farmlands, too long and tall.
Topic(s) of this poem: door,longing