Confined To Life (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Confined To Life
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Age holds cold the actions, of time marching lost
Judge and jury in a hurry victim already bared Marks of hate left for all condemn men to stare Perfect body left on the witness chair There in glory told the story of the tortoise And the hare Writers weak from sleep Keep the music from playing Does any one care Nurse covers me In warm blanket Lets me run my fingers Through her silken hair Some days are cold now as the mind plays with a face I can�t recall Voice of wonder in a sunder of hope in the truth we fall Pretty dancer in the answer of faith in john down the hall Pitch and scream it is dream of faith gone so wrong Intellect now set by reason limited to mime No more music no more passion Just and empty bottle of wine Curse the darkness of a sweet kiss Find the memory a history Of burning bush Cannot look Cost of mind And soul Dash of mimic in the quick I wonder where the dead go No arroba of the flora In sea black as coal See me Set Her Free Wonder where the music goes Sounds rebounding Like a river sounding For the long Lost souls Eyes are clear now Yet in the flower I smell the hour Have to pass A love gone So she sees me Holds me Lets the Time be Our gift I take her in the memory Separate her thoughts Leave only a warm kiss Dark streams flowing Going to a place Feared and known Lady of the lades Gives back all I Will ever own Wish I knew a palace to share Our bed with desire Left in fire Pure is better Than true Some days are cold now as the mind plays with a face I can�t recall Voice of wonder in a sunder of hope in the truth we fall Pretty dancer in the answer of faith in john down the hall Pitch and scream it is dream of faith gone so wrong Intellect now set by reason limited to mime No more music no more passion Just an empty bottle of wine She is with me inside the whiskey A vision I keep to help me Measure the reality of better time Fingers push the keys Marking music Spelling words On the keyboards of kaleidoscope Mimes

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on February 19, 2007

like i said before you are one of few who can take me from my office room to wherever it is you want me "the reader" to be, your motion here is slow it haves its ups and down not so noticeable but the twirls and ending in the splash of color is AWESOME!!!!
It is life....thanks for this