The unfolding of true a few.

Life and death…games of inhales and exhales

Blood beating in vigor…then slows to drops

Falling from closed taps, yet forcing few frail

Remnants of will…to leak…as ends cast lots.

Age sets like it never ever began 

Then…eyes close and memories flood...many

Time hypnotized, then revealed the game plan

Eyes opened at birth…then near death’s ally.

The sound of depression roars like thunder

Thinking about ends before end’s demise

Way of the fool or a wise man’s wonder?

…Vanity spins on its axis…souls comply.

The chaos of knowing birthed in those few

…Closing eyes billions see with…they see true.  

Submitted: December 04, 2008

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"Vanity spins on it's axis" that is really some gem

Thu, December 4th, 2008 12:07pm


Wow! Simply amazing. The first stanza is great, "Blood beating in vigor…then slows to drops." I guess the great thing about this one is that everyone will take away something different. I took away the inescapable brevity of human life. Well done.

Thu, December 4th, 2008 7:49pm


very deep sonny,
very well done!

Fri, December 5th, 2008 11:44pm


thanks poewhit, saih, and katie. I appreciate the comments much.

Sat, December 6th, 2008 10:44am

Anastasia Starlena

Very well written full of truth.

Take Care,

Wed, December 10th, 2008 5:38am

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