SAM1778's blog: "orginal poetry 1"

Lost on a concrete island in a cement sea, Day by day nature is lost seamlessly; Where must I go? How far can it be? Just to see, To see just one tree; The beauty of the world, and nature’s glory obscured by the progress of man, Is nature lost or has it been captured, processed, bottled, and placed in a can? Remnants of an industrial revolution lay as a stark reminder of the destruction of god’s work through man’s toil and invention, Will Mother Nature stand for such dissention? And not to mention, the legions of fey, totem, and dragon that guard her ascension? Though nature’s beauty has not passed from sight, The city skyline is still pierced by her light, And if you listen, You can still hear her call in the dead of night...

She came to me from above in an electric dream; as I was trying witness a display of illicit delight, she stimulated me much more than ever expected to be that night; she has possessed my mind, but it is my heart that she could redeem; Love’s sweet mistress I have wronged before, but she takes no notice or mind as if my past is a part of some forgotten lore; She has a classic beauty like a radiant maiden from a fairytale; having skin so fair with eyes like emerald lightning and hair like fire, to see her close and touch her skin…. I get joy just to aspire and the sound of her voice seems to inspire my endless desire; She haunts my perception, she penetrates me from every direction, though she is so far away, she touches me from a distance… and though life has hardened my heart, I seem to have no resistance; She comes to me… each night like a dream I keep dreaming and hope will come true, a voice in the night across three hundred miles of darkness… she comes to me; I stretch myself across the night and touch her with ghostly hands, I make her feel my presence and feel my touch till she understands; but I must be patient and wait for the day for her to say, but I can’t help my desire… she made me that way….

I seek the princess’s hand Just as every other man How may I win my princess? Should undying devotion I profess? How might I gain her favor? I fear my determination might wavier I am but a lowly peasant And she is far beyond my acquiescent So I should seek my fortune across the sea But even so, a prince I’ll never be But if gain my fortune and cross the sand Just like the Count of Monte Cristo I could lay my plan I could go to that castle lain in the Poconos And climb the highest tower just to hand her a rose But alas the walls are steep and hard to breach And like those cold stone walls ‘tis her heart I can’t reach Amongst her court with princes and noblemen all gathered ‘round My voice is too far away for the princess to hear a sound Amongst her kingdom are great men and scholars that sing to her their song And kingdom such as that I just don’t belong It is my destiny to only admire her from afar So I will honor her by giving her, her own star Though I may not get this my princess I seek I send her a butterfly to kiss her cheek

I am alone, The way I’ve always been with all that isolation can bring With only the comfort of a happy thought or a song I could sing I am alone I stand against a sea of troubles, a storm of strife And although I may contemplate, I am too strong to go the way of the knife. Alone I must raise my son No one else has the obligation nor the drive to do so but me I will teach him all I know I just hope all I know is enough to be I do not wish him to go through the things I have Or do the things I have done But I fear the sins of the father may be passed on to the son I am alone Truly alone make no mistake It’s true in every relationship I partake No one has ever been there in my life No one would live there with me To feel my pain and to help struggle with my strife So if someone should give me change to use the phone To call someone who cares, I have none to call No one who cares… For I am alone