The Deeds Of A Dead Man It is by far the best to help than for those who wish to take. For if we only look and stare then who are we to show us fair. Thus if we show ourselves as fair it is only this that condemns us bear. And If the truth we try to hide our filthy deeds burn inside. And if we walk by those on the street whom in the cold lay down to sleep, then how are we better in anyway than a heart that's full of greed and hate. For God it is who sees our works and thoughts we try so hard to hide. So take a thought about your #life for short it is and full of strife and just remember when we're gone will our deeds speak well for long.
#life #life is a road of pointless memories and futile dreams, a pleasant past that's never been, a hopeful future that's never seen. Gloomy sky's of black and gray, why must I face another day.But I ask who really cares or where are those who bear their fair. Idle notions that sail the breeze a heart that's cold with an icy freeze. Gloomy sky's of black and gray, why must I wait another day. Between earth and sky lies hope and reason, sings the birds sweet songs in season. But all is lost when dreams lay waist, there's nothing more but empty space. Gloomy sky's of black and gray, why must I live another day.
#poem WHEN SAID THE MOON TO THE STARS IN THE SKY When Said the#moonto the stars in the sky Soon Said the wind that followed him home Who Said the cloud that started to cry Me Said the rider as dry as a bone How Said the sun melted the ground Why Said the river that refused to run Where Said the thunder without a sound Here Said the rider and took up his gun Adieu Said the bird in the branch of tree Fare well Said the snake to the dying light Adieu Said the fish in the river of sleep Goodbye Said the rider Goodbye and Goodnight No Said the stars to the#moonin the sky No Said trees that started to moan No Said the dust blinded his eyes Yes Said the rider pointed his gun Yes Said the rider as white as a bone No Said the the#moonrose from the sea... No Said criedly the dying sun No Said the planet started to weep Yes Said the rider laid down his gun Asker's Rating & Comment
Pointless Dreams #life is a road of pointless memories and futile dreams, a pleasant past that's never been, a hopeful future that's never seen. Gloomy sky's of black and gray, why must I face another day. But I ask who really cares or where are those who bear their fair. Idle notions that sail the breeze a heart that's cold with an icy freeze. Gloomy sky's of black and gray, why must I wait another day. Between earth and sky lies hope and reason, sings the birds sweet songs in season. But all is lost when dreams lay waist, there's nothing more but empty space. Gloomy sky's of black and gray, why must I live another day.