My Poetry

Hi. I write quite a bit, and thought id share one of my favourite poems that ive written with you. It dosnt actually have a title at the minute, some propositions for one would be nice.

I see three kings rise in the east
Three bodies beholding to a halo of light,
Opening their doors as they stride
Through the dunes of the desert
Longing for their time to come

I my mind I have heard voices
Telling me and my kin
To abide and keep the peace

But we know better
And realise we are drones
In the struggle for the garden
The fight between east and west

There is a choice we must make
When the armies march on the field
The choice you must make is this
Pick your side, east or west

If you are wise
You will pick west

If you are passionate
You will pick east

But if you are decent and have heart
You will pick yourself
And join the band of brothers waiting in the sun
For the fire to fall,

While the children play war in the brown mire
Adam and Eve will have their say again
The fruits are yet to be picked.

It's been a long time since I have been on here and I must say it's good to be back!

Poetry hey! I can't add a title off the top of my head but the content is pretty sound if you don't mind me saying so.