August 22, 1787

Published by on January 2, 2006 | 2 Responses

August 22, 1787

Fatigued from running
Through the universe of thoughts
That exists as a single incident in his mind
He rests, weary of everything

Stopping he seats himself
On the edge of a reality
Defined by diseased greens
And torn pavements
Still awaiting the towns nurturing hand

Carbon copies of what life once was

He yearns for leisure
A freedom earned by struggle
Day to day as regular as suns and moons
Cycles of life and death unending

Currents that ebb and flow
With the coming of today’s bill
Added to yesterday’s stack

The regularity of nicotine puffs
Reminiscent of a steam engine
Crying change up the Delaware
For all to see

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SilencioBarnes is the nom de plume of Rasheen A. – He is a amateur writer, poet and musician, as well as an all around nice guy:)

Comments

  1. Barbara says:
    April 23, 2007 at 10:24 am

    This was just excellent to me….an awesome write…I liked the second person view

    Barbara

  2. Barbara says:
    April 23, 2007 at 3:24 pm

    This was just excellent to me….an awesome write…I liked the second person viewBarbara

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