Death on the toll like a life lessor
Angels, oh their smile, my great pleasure
I married my desire to make the grave tour
I mock my lethargy, peace i quest for
My pathernoster pleads for one kingdom
Paradise thought and Utopia enticed
Laid again to pray for peace to come
Sidereal around de-thought me of dread
Demise state i be, my furious mind thought
Am lethe drunk to stupor, that’s a lot
The sombre me so desperate to sought
Poor weather, thus alert my body to earth
It detests body, the thought, life it want yet
The farmished maggots and the mindless termites
Its end, their ready mouth it would be
Why thus death you think, oh mind, that peace would be?
Body’s end the grave, the soul the gain be
No way, more life body wants to see
Peace, o! Peace, my tome clueless of its check-in
The sea? Swaying made vivid it suffering
The Plantation? Their heart beat of withering
Wither way eludes like peace has no origin
I stand remiss in worthy pondering
My halve hallucinated dream rain chagrin
Peace now a culprit, my spirit name it thus
Let’s allay my curiosity, its hazardous
In forlorn hope, relishing, all-encompassing
My search, a race in an endless alley
Peace built me, mind unrest made it lay
It alight only when light i take life
Simplicity, magnanimously loving day by day
My then dream a mementomori drive
The ephemeral life needs rest? Its celestial
Death transition, a grasp of peace eternal.
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My pathernoster pleads for one kingdom… The farmished maggots and the mindless termites.. the search, racing in a restless alley..you took me on quite a journey here.. good thoughts and questions… i wonder if we’re really able to find that real peace here on earth..
Sometimes peace does seem quite elusive. Your poem presents many points to ponder on this International Peace Day.
To many people allow themselves to think that peace can only be found either in or beyond death which absoves them from making any effort towards peace in the here and now. But the paternoster says, Your will be done on earth … that’s right here, right now.
I think you clearly describe how complex the matter of peace is. to complex to fathom.. still we have to dream don’t we ?
death is the last great peace…there is a rather frantic pace to this one when i read it…maybe its a desperation for a peace that seems so elusive this side of the great beyond….
I agree, searching for peace is like a race in an endless alley, its complicated ~ But we search for it in the everyday ~
Thanks for your verses in my blog ~
Lovely… I especially like-
Why thus death you think, oh mind, that peace would be?
Body’s end the grave, the soul the gain be
No way, more life body wants to see
Peace, o! Peace, my tome clueless of its check-in
Thanks so much for checking by. Happy celebration to every one!!!
Peace, whether in our inner selves or at a much broader level, is complex and fugitive. Your poem shows just that.
Hey, a lyrically intense and ambitious piece.. I enjoyed reading this and will be back for more sometime… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
You echo my thoughts! Thanks for linking with the Creative Buzz Hop! Will be sharing your post on our Times!
following your blog on Bloglovin’ too!
Thanks michelle, the pleasure all mine..