Robert Kallend Poems
|2.||Late At Night!||4/27/2011|
|4.||When I Am Dead!||4/27/2011|
|6.||A Poetic Tale||4/27/2011|
|7.||Three Little Words||4/27/2011|
|8.||Everything For A Smile!||4/27/2011|
|9.||Smile For The People!||4/27/2011|
|10.||The Utility Room Of Shame!||4/27/2011|
|12.||It's All About You!||5/1/2011|
|14.||A Wall Of Masks||4/27/2011|
|15.||Dreaming In Reality!||5/25/2011|
|16.||In The Dark||6/14/2011|
|18.||Lonley Hearts Shatter!||8/28/2011|
|19.||One Life! One Chance! One Goal!||8/28/2011|
|21.||Heads Held High||11/14/2011|
|26.||All That's Left Are Memories!||4/27/2011|
|27.||What Is Death?||4/27/2011|
|28.||Where Do I Stand?||4/27/2011|
|30.||Silence Is Golden, Ignorance Is Bliss||4/27/2011|
|32.||The Circle Of Life!||4/27/2011|
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The Circle Of Life!
Life. A circle, a quickly resolved cycle, to which we all meet the same outcome,
We spend our lives waiting. For the day that the reaper removes us from this world.
The mind, a constant learning machine that gives us skills,
Always learning, always working until its day of expiry and so too does it die.
Eyes, a pair of lenses that allow us to see the world for what it is,
Once poisoned and blinded by society’s pull is the world once more but dark.
The heart, the centre for our emotions, the feelings, the life support.
Why is it that we can break it so many times and ...
The inspiration now lacking in mind,
The torture that I now hold, crushing and painful.
How I wish to hear words of joy, no longer escaping
Behind impassive, silent mouth.
Anger growing to that of peaking point,
The silence long, never changing. Leaving me with this understanding,
That no more will bright eyes be mine.
Frosty and blank against pulsing sky,