"Death the stalker" Strange things happen, The moment one is lost, Another is found. We know life is given but what is taking? Slowly we are making waves, But time is counting graves. The young are frightened by the future, because the past mirrors it. If we can't reach our full potential, How else can we achieve life credentials. Shall we stay still and feel safe or move on and act brave? Well the truth be told, death is a stalker and it hides within the shadows, either way life must go on to strive for balance. By iscomart
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mlowe5 says: Iscomart, this is a powerful pen. Indeed " ...life must go on to strive balance." When you review the past of Ourstory, you will find the footprints that have been laid for you to achieve that balance. History mirrors one thing, Ourstory reflects another. As you continue your poetic journey, know that it is forward ever, backwards never! Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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Elvan says: Interesting piece, it shows balance as optimum, something seldom sought and even less likely acquired, yet is necessary to capture peace of mind because death seek everyone each day. Good delivery Iscomart. |
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RonnieL says: Wow...great introspect of ones choice and decisions through journey's of life. Xcellent write! |
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Iscomart says: RonnieL am glad you love the piece. |
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Iscomart says: RonnieL am glad you love the piece. |
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Iscomart says: emcintyr1981, am glad you loved it. |
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Iscomart says: Mlowe5 thanks so much for reading. |
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Charles2 says: Surprising ...depth of understanding is great in this piece... read this into it... we, being the rest of us, have exactly the same perspective... carried forward in time... consider this in writing ....mind transfer, out of body experience |
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Iscomart says: Thanks Charles2, I would consider it. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Iscomart
It all starts with a thoughtIt all starts with a thought so I killed, I have issues with my ego, placing myself above amongst all, Ruling was my calling and power was mine to bear, My wife was laid to rest, guess why? Because she wished me death, And my son I slit his throat all because he desired to be like me. Out of the heart the mouth speaks for it all starts with a thought so i killed I have killed the ones I loved and the ones I don't, only interest keeps us together but it won't be long when our desires seems to clash. It all starts with a thought so I killed, but when it comes to politics one must be diplomatic until there is no reason to! By iscomart  |
The Devil watches in vainYou can watch all the time but you won't catch me sleeping, though my eyes could be shut but I could feel you creeping, For there is a noisy feel to your silence and it won't go unnoticed. You can always watch from the dark and put on a facade yet as long as my light shines on, you can't dare to near. By iscomart |
Succumb
My life has always been a puzzle too hard to figure out and my ways entangled in confusion. My legs have lost the zeal to stand as I watch myself come to a conclusion I am drowning in the pool of oblivion, I wish I get saved for darkness chokes me out of sight, and while I drift away in this void unnoticed I willing resist to shout Now the devil finally gets to smile as I slowly shrivel out of form yet not his doing but mine Do not blame me for my mind isn't as strong and my will doesn't last long. By iscomart |
MUTE-HATEMy heart is breaking faster than I can fix it My prayers are taken so long to appease me I wait so long and yet no word! Others see changes not too long, But mine takes ages and its just too long! Have lost so much please not my mind to, For my thoughts are damsels yet they fly to. What else am I left with, a gift that seems new to me every single day? Lord knows I tried |
Lucid thoughtAm not alone, am among others. Even in the silence of time There is a presence. It is never quiet in here even in the silence, It beats it's drums so loud my mind goes numb. Am not alone, my mind speaks to me, It might be me but it sounds foreign. Am not afraid but curious of what message it wishes to pass |
SecretsI have been thinking about the life I had lived; the steps I took to get to thee; The things I did to survive till date, this are things I could never say out loud for shame burdens me for you to know. I was never perfect, I have demons inside laying in silence just waiting to strike, but Staying close to you sets me free for a moment, if only you knew what hides behind my smiles, oh if only you knew the burden I had carried all this while. How perfect your life seems or is it? What if we are both thesame, What if you have secrets to, What if I cured your pain for a moment just as you did to mine, This are thoughts I ponder on, We are not just loving, but we are surviving together, We are not perfect, but together we are almost, for Our bond keeps the demons out. We have been thinking about the life we had lived, but when we are together the past keeps to its name. By iscomart |
Is life fairIs life fair I have worked very hard and yet nothing to show for it, People say am missing something, But I guess hard work at least should be rewarded. Why does the world seem unfair to many, some were born to meet plenty and some hardly have enough to feed. Life gives not to those who lack, nor to those who are worthy but to those who are lucky. Is there a reason for this pattern or was life just programmed to serve us this way? I have worked very hard and yet life chose to ignore me, I have let hope loose and yet it still hangs around me. What else can I do than to keep striving, for many mouth rely on me. It is better to have just a little than to have nothing at all, for many would wish to be in my position. By Iscomart |
Worries"Worries" There is hardly worries when life begins, But as time goes by issues begin to dwell within ones neighborhood, it's only a matter of time before they begin to knock on the door, then one begins to worry. There is hardly worries when life begins but were life exist, worries always unfolds, For mans activities will always encounter problems Man worries only for his needs and his own only, for man is naturally selfish. And even when he has passion for the affairs of others, he is still selfish for he only cares to please his urge to help. There is hardly worries when life begins, but where life exist, worries would always unfolds. By Iscomart |
Oblivion"Oblivion" Its painful in this place, while I embrace life's torture, I wonder why hope dwells far from no mans land, why do I feel abandoned or had I abandoned? All the same something feels left out and it's certainly me.It's certainly a disgrace for God's grace shawers not on dead place, or perhaps only where there is life there is hope, then certainly am in a wrong place, but how shall I find my way to paradise when the path to even leads through clouded hell. How shall i be found when my presence seems more like a needle in an isle, even the dead are sometimes remembered talk more of a walking dead. By Iscomart |
Death the stalker"Death the stalker" Strange things happen, The moment one is lost, Another is found. We know life is given but what is taking? Slowly we are making waves, But time is counting graves. The young are frightened by the future, because the past mirrors it. If we can't reach our full potential, How else can we achieve life credentials. Shall we stay still and feel safe or move on and act brave? Well the truth be told, death is a stalker and it hides within the shadows, either way life must go on to strive for balance. By iscomart |