Dead To The World Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

BEAU GOLDEN

BEAU GOLDEN

Earth, USA, California, Los Angeles, Van Nuys, Balboa blvd

Dead To The World

Rating: 5.0


I am dead to the world
What I mean to say is i die each day
What I mean to say is i am only clay

As a sun blackened by burning smoke begins to set on the horizon
A laugh at our existence
A laugh at subsistence
For the sun will rise when we are all dead
The sun will rise when mankind is dust

The sun will look out over a volcanic ocean and wonder
'where did you all go? I was just getting warmed up'
I am man. But I am dead to the world. Aren't you?
Willows bow their heads in prayer
As the Sun sets on the horizon
And the bikinied blond frolics in the waves as if nothing matters
And we are all dead to the world
As quick as a wink we will be gone

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynda Robson 24 October 2007

Life is fragile Beau, a very thought provoking poem, a ten from me for this, best wishes Lynda

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