Desolated he stood, with palm empty to match his mind
Selfish feet fall hard on soft sidewalks soaked in night
Secluded by the shadows that watch vigilantly from afar
Weak words wont settle the settled son
Classy cats with crooked hats whisper riddles in his ear
Silver tongues peel back the blinds of bottomless gutter holes
Surrounded by fortunes folly as they falter to and fro
And gather go and go between the children on the street
Dreaming as they wander, as if ignorance was a blessing
Oh praise! Oh praise! What do we see when shivers trick the eye?
Blinded by the past as we’re left to wonder why
What speaks on winds from valley mouths
Language of a tribe where the speechless speak with purpose
Know the voice of age and dust
So sudden does it end, where dawn meets dusk
Bright the field of future gold
Speaks the story of timeless old
New whispers in the wellspring soul
As our spirit leaves this world, worry not, for there are others to fill the role
Deviant masks count slow songs from tapered lips
As if all they know is the script they’re given.
Thoughts of the Fallen 
Beautiful.
such an amazing piece of poetry..
so obsessed.. 🙂
This is awe sum.nice work,really enjoyed reading.
Forgive me if I’m entirely ignorant here. Do you write all of the poetry that appears here?
Everything in this page is written solely by myself with the exception of the Lotus Collaboration’s, these are written by myself and a friend.
Awesome!
Beautiful, beautiful words. Thank you for following my blog, and I in turn are following you back. I would love to receive lovely words into my inbox as a treat for my eyes and ears.
Wonderful and it is part 4. I’ll have to look back and see the rest of it. Thank you for honoring me with a follow. Be blessed today. Meghan
Beautifully crafted. The visual movement had my eyes leaping from word to word as my mind devoured each stanza.