"All over town we all fall down and try / Somehow to find philosophy in this / But there is none left just the Judas kiss / Of feeling outsmarted by ourselves now"
As Night Falls Hard
As night falls hard we stumble into dark Hold on white-knuckled to the air and fall Cats running scared cause skittish dogs to bark They say that day might not come back at all
The evil omens grin up mockingly They spook us round the corners seem to laugh Yet in their dead eyes tears burn shockingly Mere pawns like us they see the darker half
All over town we all fall down and try Somehow to find philosophy in this But there is none left just the Judas kiss Of feeling outsmarted by ourselves now
Our children search our eyes for hope somehow
But there is none left nothing left but why And why again and how can such things be And how can this be happening to me And why once more and how can God allow... ?
this seems a little off your usual material but really well done and very prophetic to say the least and somewhat on the macabre but very very vivid in the images portrayes. Well done Steve my friend, well done.
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 1, 2005
Have no idea why people (you here) deem it necessary to put quotes above the poem that someone is getting ready to read. I mean, the poem--and those lines--are going to be read, becausr whoever is alreasdy is here is here to read the darn thing. It is a fruitless maneuver.
The poem was well done with just the right amount of gloom and doom as its premise. Almost Poe-like. Almost. Good, I liked it.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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Felix
The poem was well done with just the right amount of gloom and doom as its premise. Almost Poe-like. Almost. Good, I liked it.
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