EclipseOfTheMoon

From the Pocket of a Dream

*Fooling The Death*

One life finished one poem is over
poisoned by the ugliness
taken away by the hands of greed
but there’s no sorrow in the heart
Life plays on like a story
keeps all the roles until the end
saving them as puppets
There´s a consternation in their pathetic existence
until the final scene the finish line
the conclusion
just to destroy them with a pleasure
with the whirl of darkness
And where are the questions
while the answers are but the breeze of nonsense
echoed within the pattern of reason
at the edge of sense

We are able to go on anyway
sometimes as another one
fooling the death itself in this game this gamble
There is no mourning no tears
Time could be an enemy to everyone
trying to defeat making damage ripping scars
branding its horrid name all over the heart
The smile is all we have in this twilight of ours
It defies the weakness it fights the insignificance
in the struggle against the demon that captured us
It leavs the path open still giving a chance
to finish the journey making our fragile road
as solid as the precious surface of a diamond

***
© Eclipse 2008 – 2011

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9 comments on “*Fooling The Death*

  1. Lady rain
    December 9, 2010

    thank you so much for the comment my dear eclipse…please visit this site if you like…http://www.art-arena.com/poet.htm

  2. Raven
    November 27, 2010

    Like a diamond we come from coal fired through time we are made strong but brilliant…like the precious jewels that the light shines through.
    Smiles for my friend,
    Ravenxox

  3. Lady rain
    November 25, 2010

    i love your poems eclipse 🙂 you’re great xxx

  4. Sue Dreamwalker
    November 24, 2010

    Our roads may be fragile as the lines of age etch themselves within the heart of mortal body.. But we will Fool Death!.. as we fly from its grasp. We need but take that step and fly, for the darkness that twirls with Fear will soon come to its end, as Greed will eat away at its own flesh devouring that which created the Puppets who dance to the tune of corruption. And the enemy is not just Time.. But thought…. For we can Fool Death….. By Breathing in the light … and giving birth to a New Dawn.. As we defy those who would have us fooled even unto Death!..

  5. douginator
    November 19, 2010

    give ’em hell!

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