Friday, February 11, 2011

A Slave to the Tides?

Droughts come and go
A slave to the tides
Heat will make us see what we need
When water flows, we bath in the wealth of the seas
Duchesses and Kings will stay high in their castles
Never worry of the changing weather below the clouds
And as long as we look up to the gods for help
We’ll never make most of what we have underneath

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.