HIGHWAYS OF THE NUMBER 6.
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HIGHWAYS OF THE NUMBER 6.
-An allusion to madness and sanity.
Into the night we sleep, its deep,
But then comes day, our sleep we keep.
We remember the roses were red in our dream,
As we walked and talked our way to the stream.
By night, in dreams, we went to bed,
And by a switch, our morning is led.
We pray and dine, the day must start,
It's not the same for Joe and Bart'.
We jump and sway, our fun is clear,
They stand amazed, compelled to stare.
We sing our hymns, to us they're songs.
They shriek and moan, then sing along.
But when they join to act like us,
We stand apart, out thoughts we pause.
Except for times we catch some breath,
The best we hope for them is death.
By night again, we go to rest,
But then for them it's time to test
The things they fixed all through the day,
It's nothing short, their own delay.
The day is long enough for sleep
And night itself should be for keeps.
We talk, they walk,
We walk, they talk.
Our night, their day.
We wake, they lay.
Death to them is part of life
But with this truth we have to strive:
Our color is bright with with life,
Their drive is bright with life and color
But all there is to this is plain:
We live in black, but they in blackness.
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bereola.ogunleye wrote:
HIGHWAYS OF THE NUMBER 6.
-An allusion to madness and sanity.
Into the night we sleep, its deep,
But then comes day, our sleep we keep.
We remember the roses were red in our dream,
As we walked and talked our way to the stream.
By night, in dreams, we went to bed,
And by a switch, our morning is led.
We pray and dine, the day must start,
It's not the same for Joe and Bart'.
We jump and sway, our fun is clear,
They stand amazed, compelled to stare.
We sing our hymns, to us they're songs.
They shriek and moan, then sing along.
But when they join to act like us,
We stand apart, out thoughts we pause.
Except for times we catch some breath,
The best we hope for them is death.
By night again, we go to rest,
But then for them it's time to test
The things they fixed all through the day,
It's nothing short, their own delay.
The day is long enough for sleep
And night itself should be for keeps.
We talk, they walk,
We walk, they talk.
Our night, their day.
We wake, they lay.
Death to them is part of life
But with this truth we have to strive:
Our color is bright with with life,
Their drive is bright with life and color
But all there is to this is plain:
We live in black, but they in blackness.Now this is a very deep poem to me it represents God and life and to another it can represent darkness and sadness and the fight for life Joe and Bart appear to be gang members who souls are lost.
Beautiful poem bereola. - 68
- bereola.ogunleye
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Thank you very much for going through my poem AEvans.
I really, really, appreciate your insight.
Thank you for bringing poetry to its finest - spectrum.
