Away (poem) by Brandon Gene Petit on AuthorsDen

Away
by Brandon Gene Petit → (All Poetry by Brandon Gene Petit)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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I know the forces argue but I feel that I deserve a lift Ready to escape this farce and merge into the sunset cliffs I lend an ear unto the west until the wise man’s whispers cease In search of that elusive source that hums a softly glowing peace Withered in a land distraught with cold, materialistic things Thus I feed myself the sadness just to satisfy my pangs Life is not a friend to me, I long to roam without its brace Deep into my thoughts I dig, to carry on without a face Hymns of warm benevolence come croon into my weary ears Crafted by an unseen choir, perfected over kinder years To tantalize my drunken senses now that I’ve laid down my steel Singing me a soothing hurt that seems no longer quite as real Distant cousins roaming free, long buried in the ocean deep I wish that I could follow them and rest where sleeping secrets keep Ibelong to earth and sky that bows to no one in its day Home to not a single quarrel, command, insult, or evil way My sympathies will never jade, evasive truth I still defend My kingdom waits for me out there; it’s worth the risks that I intend Freedom lies in non-existence; back into the womb I fall Maybe oneness isn’t really being anything at all….

Reviewed by CHINMOY BOSE

Reviewed on February 22, 2015

merge into the sunset cliffs

This submersion is good. This aims surreal. I like it.

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on November 8, 2008

This writing contains such wonder. I had to read this one twice to get the full prospective. Greatly and well written and so unique.
CarolHawks

Reviewed by Joanna Leone

Reviewed on July 7, 2008

I love this poem! You are very deep, and your poem comes from the heart. Your words, "withered in a land with cold, materialistic things" touched my heart. So many of us are withered in a land surrounded by material objects. Please stop into my authors den when you have a chance and review my work.

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on June 7, 2008

Your eloquence and flow are amazing. And you write with such depth - such meaning. I find myself reading and re-reading so as not to miss anything. The questions you pose here reveal wisdom beyond your years. You must be an "old soul." I've said it before - you're a poet with genuine, coveted talent.