01-23-2013, 11:21 AM
All in all a waste of space
minus the feeling of eternal dark.
Empty as my father's book case,
but youthful emotions are fake.
Aimless deeds hit their mark
from bows we did not make.
Fight for goals if only to make
our parents proud. Expectations take up space,
and land far from the mark.
Dim wits still shine in the dark.
Copies forged yet the original was fake,
authentic detectives take the case.
Truth is fact but just in case
check the source. For people make
believe stories, reality turns fake.
Endless fairy tales take up space
in a liar's mind. In the dark
a blemish cannot distinguish a mark.
Meet my friends John, Luke, and Mark.
They spoke to a prophet then plead his case.
Now the Son always rises against dark.
Sheep herd for comfort while wolves make
them stray. In an open space
your confidence is exposed as fake.
All the same, time is real and fake.
Hours pass a second thought to mark
eternity. To fathom forever ask space
where it puts it all. Bring a case
with you, label it fiction for make
no mistake, secrets hide in the dark.
Keep things light I'm through with dark.
For I'm no poet, I'm just a fake,
I throw around words and clearly make
a poem minus the poem mark.
Fourth stanza no attack, not the case,
twas just a way to fill empty space.
Give me space to not be fake
Doola is dark, mind off the mark
Get off my case! Sestina's are hard to make!
minus the feeling of eternal dark.
Empty as my father's book case,
but youthful emotions are fake.
Aimless deeds hit their mark
from bows we did not make.
Fight for goals if only to make
our parents proud. Expectations take up space,
and land far from the mark.
Dim wits still shine in the dark.
Copies forged yet the original was fake,
authentic detectives take the case.
Truth is fact but just in case
check the source. For people make
believe stories, reality turns fake.
Endless fairy tales take up space
in a liar's mind. In the dark
a blemish cannot distinguish a mark.
Meet my friends John, Luke, and Mark.
They spoke to a prophet then plead his case.
Now the Son always rises against dark.
Sheep herd for comfort while wolves make
them stray. In an open space
your confidence is exposed as fake.
All the same, time is real and fake.
Hours pass a second thought to mark
eternity. To fathom forever ask space
where it puts it all. Bring a case
with you, label it fiction for make
no mistake, secrets hide in the dark.
Keep things light I'm through with dark.
For I'm no poet, I'm just a fake,
I throw around words and clearly make
a poem minus the poem mark.
Fourth stanza no attack, not the case,
twas just a way to fill empty space.
Give me space to not be fake
Doola is dark, mind off the mark
Get off my case! Sestina's are hard to make!
"Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor."-Sholom Aleichem