General Duke Posted January 27, 2005 Barren wilderness I travel alone Far distance I roam Demons surround me I trust no one In this mortal life filled with bitterness and strife Closes to me is, Marry Jane my loaded pistol I wish it was brief The senseless never ending grief To repent or to escape this shame The curse of time, nothings stays the same Cold hearted calculations Men mistake blessed forgiveness For skin and bone weakness The sugar in my blood is venom Men die I never asked why Deadly visions I see The unexplained I, becomes a we My poison some admire As I sink deeper in this mire Go ahead take your life with this wire None can overcome the divine plan Mortal life run as far as you can Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted January 29, 2005 How to nourish the soul? Human hunger and the lies they told It’s clear as the plot unfolds Beloved you I still hold One more road block to overcome Recklessly blind heading towards the sun Short distance forever lengthy Another moment void, grey and empty Alone we confront the evil trinity They smile only to tempt me Hide not for I see you clearly Contempt covering Hate complete with Envy Hope died while Sanity went wrong Leaving Misery to rehearse that sad old song Friendship is the devils potion Testament to their love and devotion These wounds infected raw and open In this reckless trade The ace easily becomes a spade Was it evil or the change of season? Go ahead explain what has no reason Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
J.Lee Posted January 29, 2005 Simply Deep! I liked the second one but both were a good read. Makes one go Hmmmmm? and wonder about some things, very describtive with a powerful delivery and I think two of your best posts on this site. Mansha'allah! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted January 29, 2005 Many thanks for the kind words MsWord..... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted January 29, 2005 They reshuffle what they see The figure shackled up in the centre is me A trophy paraded in front of the great pretender The spoils always go to the grand victor Who blinked first in search of redemption? Lord to you I seek help and protection From men and the cold hearts that don’t speak Suffering has always guided the weak Solitude is the road map we seek Why must I run and you chase me? Give me peace or let me be For I seek neither distinction Nor my lost dignity Broken and alone in this forever Strayed from the sacred text never Yet I now make out the shinning rays of light As Truth highlights the warmth of the sun And with anticipation towards it I run Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted January 31, 2005 Dawoco, I thank you for the analysis. I So not all alone after all, Indeed he had Mary Jane for company throughout the journey. Beloved you I still hold is another reference to his pistol. In his arrogance he thinks that he alone can overcome this state that he found himself in. Hide not for I see you clearly Contempt covering Hate complete with Envy He lashes out and blames the condition of man as a whole. A trophy paraded in front of the great pretender the spoils always go to the grand victor Always seing himself as the victim and feeling sorry for his painful existance. Hope died while Sanity went wrong Leaving Misery to rehearse that sad old song Yet at the end he gives in and gets of his high horse [pride]. He humbles himself before the lord. Who blinked first in search of redemption? Lord to you I seek help and protection From men and the cold hearts that don’t speak Staying true to the sacred text, appreciating the ways and plight of mortals was not enough. It was much simpler. The irony is he always knew the answer yet had to search. Was it evil or the change of season? Go ahead explain what has no reason Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Viewer Discretion Posted January 31, 2005 Bravo! Bravo! Very well done if I must say so myself. I enjoyed reading all three parts of your poem.. I’m not sure which one I like the most, it’s a tough decision because they were all just so delightful. I must agree with Word I think this is one of your best pieces.. keep up the excellent work. Wonder were all this inspiration is coming from. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted January 31, 2005 Wonder were all this inspiration is coming from. Somali life is the inspiration.. Thanks again people for all the kind comments. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted January 26, 2007 Alone I struggle forever the warrior Son of Aadam Will never be Sad or truly happy. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
