Chaarzarul Rockett

Rookie - 391 Points (Baton Rouge, Louisiana)

Soul Collector - Poem by Chaarzarul Rockett

Upon waking, I could smell the roses
Calling me to their thorns
I clutched one of them, and felt their pain
And asked God, 'Why was I born? '

And then, I saw the light above
The Sun, Moon, and Stars
I felt the ground beneath my feet
And history showed me scars.

Scars of men, gathering roses
To place above their beds
In the slumbering sweetness of lust
The price of such, their heads

So, I gained knowledge, I knew fear
I walked a many miles
To find the answer lying still
Like angry crocodiles.

For, I am the answer, I am the truth
I am the vessel to carry the way
And those who die may not follow me in life
But, in slumbering death, they may.

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

Comments about Soul Collector by Chaarzarul Rockett

  • Rajnish Manga (1/11/2016 8:38:00 PM)

    Not only the title but the philosophical content of the poem is delightfully impressive. Thanks, Chaararul. (Report) Reply

    Chaarzarul Rockett (1/12/2016 3:16:00 AM)

    Your welcome. Just kidding. You are welcome.

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  • Gary H (1/11/2016 8:17:00 PM)

    Nice liked this a lot (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016

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