Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A View In A Box


Finally, Its the cloud that will rain the destined river to cut the line

All the mountains will bow to the raging currents against this line

And the music of a thousand instruments will play a unique cosmic rhythm to sway the line

To answer all with a stanger's reasoning sound

To lighten up rooms with a warm, healing sound

To smile upon doubters and gift them a never before heard sound

Till the river reaches your wells, there disappears the screaming mute line

Drink what they call poison and what i call medicine to the redundent order line

And the unquestioned answers shall descend beautifully with dusk of the ever so fragile line

Question the chains around your body and mind

Question the aroma that drives you to sin then mind

Question the jury of splender why they feed codes to your mind.

Like a fisherman on our hands, he will fetch the treasures beneath this ocean beyond that line

Diamonds, rubies, silver and gold not to be kept, but to be thrown on the glass house; the fence line

Cut your doll ropes and breathe the air, feel the silky wind lead you there; there.. where all has no limits nor line.



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Thanks For Reading, Saod Al-Terkait

3 comments:

lendmeurear | December 17, 2009 8:41 AM

That's really good. What form of poetry is that?

Anonymous | December 17, 2009 11:20 PM

Agree with lendmeurear ^^
You should write a book.

Torn Tool | December 18, 2009 1:04 AM

Thanks both.

A friend of mine mentioned a form of native poetry called "zhaira" or something similar to that word. I took it and modified it to suit the english language and broke some rules. So i guess you could say that its a modifeid form or a new one.

About the book, i have a draft. But am having 2nd thoughts due to our ignorant majority in our society.

thanks again for reading.

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