chronic mortars thrown by reality
push my troops back to the shore
many of my closes thoughts
have abandoned me in this hopeless war
a wave spills from the castle gates
lead by the arrows of all my wrongs
our shields can stop some accusations from striking
but esoteric shields can only last so long
so atop my fallen flag my enemies eulogize
all that i tried to defend
and like some tragic shakespearean play
i see it is time to die again

life seems to be enclosed
like a giant stadium beneath a great roofed dome
the open plains seem endless
this desert night i may call my final home
if past should catch me for all my crimes
it will kill me where i stand
i have given all my stolen gold to the future for help
though i know it can lend no hand
the horse of existence i ride kicks up the rock and dirt
yet i feel no wind
as i speed along the trails of the present
i see it is time to die again

i awaken on the stage of life
what part must i now play
my path and free will an illusion
given to me by time to show the way
dressing in my favorite mental governor
just one of a billions of souls
every care in the world as i move
only truly happy when there is no real control
and one of these fine days
when i am smashed to bits now and then
i will come to love and understand my necrology
i see it is time to die again

Nice Work,

hey how are you poetic wolf fine i hope i loved your poem and would love
if you could email me this poem to my email address nwilsin@hotmail.com
, iam an music artist an reaading poems like this from poets like
yourself truly help me with my perspectves on life and music itself.
thank you an have a good day