Poetry of REN

[TheRenAgAde]

This is where I will post my poetry please comment if you read them ... But dont post any of yours otherwise I may delete them and they maybe Lost forever more.

Thank you and blessed be..,

Discliamer. Yes they are twisted and dark

[TheRenAgAde]

09 feb 2012
Shadows part 1

Is it that this world has reason for man did make so
for battle or in justice . Life and death. Just to know
Learning , living and in itself, us, mankind, we grow.
Light shows the path leading us where we are to go
Blessing cast deemed Ill protection In times of shadow

Are we not of mind and self . But puppets to the will
And Is it true that we, as life, are truly the more skilled
Is purpose worth the letters it spent, is ink just spilled
Do we seek drama in the sence to be more fulfilled

Are my thoughts . Theselfs, or that of others hiding
Can ir be my soul unproven, now or not reside within
Am I not like you, without the need to end or begin
Is this just a waste of our existence do we go again

Sorrow and joy . Create and destroy like the parasites
Give only to take away. To hold and not have our rights
In death we rest with doom and gloom , without light
But is our focus not of servival , or just that to fight

All but these ideals and ideas are but mine or yours
People jumping out windows not walking through doors
Peoples minds upon the ceiling while bones on floors
And we ask if they feel, or have knowledge no more

Shadows we see but ignore. Famine, hate and war
Shadows we make but accuse the innocent for
Shadows we erased and repete saying done this before
Shadows the try to denie like the people knew the score

This world is full of shadows that we darent see
The goodness in people quoted as blasphemy
For all that we are and would dream and aspire to be
There is no light without the shadow cast . Or is it just me

[kioshi_imako]

I really like this poem but you should write this "shadows that we darent see" as this "shadows that we dare not see" it flows better this way and daren't is not an actual word. But other then that the poem is great.

[TheRenAgAde]

kioshi_imako

I really like this poem but you should write this shadows that we darent see as this shadows that we dare not see it flows better this way and darent is not an actual word. But other then that the poem is great.

First of all. Darent is a word... Sadly tho it is an old word .
Secondly. Dare not sounds plainer .. But it does flow better .
Third of all thank you for commenting and giving an honest opponinion I hope you will enjoy more of my poems and continue to help improve my works...
Lastly Im from England sometimes styles differ in other places just look at Shakespeare he didnt use proper words but the style and work was still good. I mean proper words by todays standards.., but then again who does in England lol)
Blessed be

[TheRenAgAde]

9th Feb 2012

Awake

Sleeping in a slumber deep. To this world I am numb
The fantasy, interrupted by reality of what Ive become
My eyes slide open and limbs come to, one by one
A yawn, a stretch, not ready for this day to have begun
Memories for where I went without ever leaving here
A sence of chill floods me as I peal the covers off of me
The bite from the day scaring the night. It fleas in fear
The washroom tap is turned and I wash away a memory
Now I sleep no more I start to become human once again
My schedule is unset . I stare and wonder of this pain.
Must of been still in my bed never in my dreams
A realisation floods my mind . Nothing is what it seems.
Awake. I sence and feel the world around as a whole
Awake . I understand what it is to be in control
Awake . I become part of this its spiritual role
Awake. I am a hero. I know now that I am free
Awake i glide and fly as the man Ive always wanted to be
Awake... My bed the dark of the room. Cocoons me
That dream it felt so real. Was it just a dream.
That joy I felt . Could it ever possibly be?
This world so damp dark and cold. And mean
Let me sleep .to escape this reality..., please

[TheRenAgAde]

13th February 2012

Madness

The first sign is talking to yourself. Then I am mad.
For I have spoken to myself since I could speek
A cure there is not. But pills and pills and padded cells
Geniuses have spoken . And been deemed unfit.

The second form is that of societys rule .
Dictators. Traitors and people who conspire
And the man who shouts god is true
Being a little different can get you named

To protest in general to contest its label.
And to be aggressive is deemed unstable
But is it not true we all have forms of madness
So let us not judge them maby we are wrong