| Poetry 5 |
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| The Animal He stands there motionless looking out over the valley The wind blows his long hair in a swirling eddy about his head His thoughts are as vacant as the endless desert horizon The feelings he shared with others now lie decaying or dead The setting sun cast an iridescent glow upon his sleek machine As its ebony blood cools from the strain of its tortuous ride The dust is still settling as the moon begins to arise from its daily absence A solitary tear falls unhindered as the last rays of daylight die He looks down to see where the tear has fallen upon the barren earth Only to see the soil greedily attack the precious drop of moisture His anxieties and depressions only feed the deepening feeling of loneliness He dreams of hopelessness and despair that darken his future He turns to leave as the somber wind slowly dies down The murky blue of his eyes focus on his faded blue ride With heavy brow and a long drawn breath he opens the door He climbs in and the tears flow with feelings he can't hide He turns the motor over with an ever deafening rumble The door is closed and he starts moving to a disastrous call The wheels turn with increasing speed across the uneven ground He passes a silent cross as he leaves the ground in a deadly fall He flies through the air on death's dark wings out into the night Another tear trickles down as he rushes to meet the ground He impacts the land with the thunderous clap of a fireball The earth is scorched as the valley echoes with the sound The twisted mass of metal slowly cools as dawn begins to break People gather to see if this one man did survive Blackened bones and a license plate Tell the sorrowed crowd he is not alive They fall silent as his identity is brought to bear They wonder in anguish as to what this callous act was for The throng of people begin to leave with profound grief For now they realize the Animal is no more. copywrite 1992 david m maynard |
| A Broken Heart I am the angel of doubt The deliverer of change The enemy of desire For I am hope's bane I reveal unwanted truths I vanquish your dreams You think of me as a demon Although its not what it seems Life is my weapon Faith is my shield The future is in turmoil Innocence is the battlefield Ignore me you try Face me you must Existence is futile Death you will lust I am many things And I can be few But for the knowledge My words are true I am a simple creation Borne right from the start From within an unfortunate few For I am a broken heart. copywrite 2005 dmmaynard |