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5-24-03
by Oliver DrewmanThere is no answer
Only Why?
Continuously
There's no reply
Just time a' passin
A' passin by
There is no death
Quite like conception
Just add a pre
Thus changes preception
Into cold reception
While time is a' passin
A' passin me by
There is no passion
That cannot be stilled
No note of silence
That once had trilled
Just one time alone
The bell toll killed
But now is passin
A' passin by
So goes this frame
So walks this road
Or maybe motioned
Soul's abode
Either way is
A nameless code
Only time knows
So time is still passin
A' passin me by
Is there any way
To see all and know
Is there honor
Or only just show
No justice, no peace
The judgement just grows
A weight crushing down
Making small sandy throes
Time's endless passin
A' passin us by 05/24/2003 Author's Note: hmm not sure where I am going or what this needs. It is a good start but I am thinking a classical referance and more direction. A few fun play on words.
Posted on 05/24/2003
Copyright © 2024 Oliver Drewman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Carl Walker on 05/25/03 at 09:42 PM very expressive, this may be presumptuous but I believe you have a capacity to express things in a way which really will speak to the hearts of others once you find your center, and you know where I believe that center is |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/29/03 at 04:08 AM Well,there would always remain area's of unknowable even in its subjective meaning.This phenomenal world shall remain just a 'show' as far as we are concerned subject to the limitations of our sense instruments. There can not be any answer beyond the periphery of questions. Its a thinking poem. |
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