My Vallenkillingtime
My Valenkillingtime”
I am crying a revolution of hope,
For a world crushed by the weight of man.
The earth cries out to survive this conquering
Tornados, Earthquake’s, Volcanoes and hurricanes!
As man converts the face of the earth.
The land fights man in a bloody war for life,
Electric dream disease, breading evil beliefs,
How can one man fall and another fly?
Evolution did not inform reproduction about the consequences,
Reproduction was never told about man’s greed and ignorance,
A virus bursting cycles that will not rotate,
Or pull out in time to lubricate the commandments of life.
White, Ivory, Pink and light forgot about the pitch dark,
Lost human races stuck within white fences,
Stringy precious vines squirming for attention
Attracting fences that have fallen into deep red senses.
“WHY DID HUMAN NATURE GO BLIND?
BECAUSE: SOME MEN WERE SO DARKENED WITH BURNING HATE.”
Many men have lost the meaning of life
While your face stares wandering about the black sky
If you saw reality flying on a missile
Full of the poison from the devils’ fingertips
Would you wait for the answer?
The world is still waiting for an answer.
While man murders and humiliates
The purity of the human people
And the precious resources of our motherly land,
The Earth, people and man fight with each other
For Human Global Rights to be taught in only one class
To survive man or be annihilated by the blast.
Killing time with my Valentine,
Love to hate my lonely mate,
We are together alone every day,
If I didn’t have you
I would go insane.
You pay me a lot of attention
Questions only I know.
My Valentine I love myself
And you for being mine.
My Lonely Valentine
About this poem
Wrote this poem in 2001 on. Valentine's Day while waiting for Bart in Emeryville
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Written on April 14, 2001
Submitted by Miguelangalindo on June 01, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,684 |
Words | 324 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 12, 4, 2, 5, 7, 9, 1 |
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