Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Loss of Life


We are no longer shocked…
when we are witness to cruelty and
though we are victim of its whims
we chose to turn the other cheek

As chaos swims the waters of fate
mayhem and havoc walk the land
man stares deeper into the black void
and still understands most of nothing

Purposeful liars deceive the masses
absorbed within their dens of greed
shame the names of their forefathers
as things have become their gods

The future of mankind lies in wait
for sin, our tally must be weighed
to pay the pipers of righteousness
the sum of prophecy offers no profits

The thought of brotherly love…
rendered to merely thus…a thought
the forgotten day-dreams of romantics
we no longer cherish the blessed earth

…nor do we care…of each other*


Jon` B. Crenshaw
Loss of Life
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