Monday, April 02, 2007

Turmoil

The deadly war wages
Tradition versus Youth
Obedience versus Rebellion
Rationality versus Instinct

The dividing line is hazed
Between right and wrong
Under trampling ideologies
Under sweeping clubs of change

Youth stirs new questions,
Tradition gives time-tested answers

Rebellion like a sudden earthquake
Obedience: silent and understanding

Instinct, the reaction of the heart
Rationality needs the decisions of the mind

The well-matched enemies
Angling sharp swords
Flinging sharper words
The battlefield echoes their roars

Each in haughty stance
Each with purpose and conviction
Clashing shields with parallel force
Upon the bloody grass

Since time breathed anew
Waging deep in our thoughts
Perpetually the war goes on
Boiling ceaselessly

The contenders wait not
Their weapons like tolling bells ring
Until sinks the sun in coolness
And sleep reigns over turmoil








1 comment:

Anonymous said...

nice...seen some movie lately? *hint hint*

- c'est moi lawl

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry