Monday, November 10, 2008

Cast over the edge into the world,
Alone, conceived to learn to 'be'
Armed with the mantra warning
Be only anything you want to be.

Seductive dreams call the wild, while,
Siren's song beautifully deceives.
Reason's expectations creates: this life,
This world, this existence I almost believed.

Bathed in the searing sun-bright scrutiny;
Of life's crucible, temper brings.
Breaking down to drown in dripping
Wax flowing from Icarus' wings.

Plummeting from the sky, spiraling
Downward in smoky flaming screams.
Waging immortality's battle to rise again,
Borne up on fiery Phoenix wings.


  1. i won't comment on the content of this post, because i might embarass myself, being clueless about poetry, i usually do not really get it correctly:)

    buti'm dropping by to say thanks for dropping by :)

  2. Haha, I don't know that I'd go so far as to call it real poetry...

    Thanks for visiting!