Dec
07
2009
Do You Thirst,or Do You Drink From The Well?
Posted by: in Cataract Eye Drops, tags: Drink, From, Thirstor, Well
Truth flies like a vulture
On the wing for carrion
Circling my rotting conscience
The stench of death fills the air
Sharp beaks peck at it’s eye
But the eyes were blinded long ago
By cataracts of false morals
Seeing my soul half dead
Burdened by twisting lies
Brought to my knees on the hot plains of Hell
I offer my first plea
Praying for a drop of water
Knowing none is meant for me
My swollen tongue closes
My mouth full of lies
And them my body catches up
With my soul that died
Thank you for any comments.
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December 7th, 2009 at 8:09 am
Wow, Shultzie, that’s heavy!
From a sunny Saturday Bar Be Que to this?
Just shows how much you are growing.
This was really descriptively powerful.
ma
December 7th, 2009 at 11:36 am
It is rare to have the first few lines of a poem catch me like these did- of course I am partial to buzzardkind- they are soooo cute!
I know, cute is a bad word to use in reference to a piece like this-but hey
isn’t free association one of our constitutional rights or something?
Seriously, your poem disturbed me as it was meant to. I am just to happy to actually let it sink in. Know why? Cuz of all the people in this little group at YA poetry, not only for my personal experiences but thee way all of you interact with one another and the amazing way each personality shines through miles and miles of cyberspace so that tthey are all right here in my life.
December 7th, 2009 at 6:13 pm
This is so very awfully sad!
Oh how I wish someone would come
and buy you a farm
next to a bar
with a lot of cows.
December 7th, 2009 at 11:55 pm
Excellent writing! I’m sure no expert, but, I love this. I was going to cite different lines I especially like, but I would have to just copy the whole thing over. This is the best thing I’ve read in awhile. Thanks for sharing.
December 8th, 2009 at 4:18 am
No, I have well water, and I don’t drink it.
When a person sees the truth, that’s all that matters.
Those knowing the truth, will quench the thirsted soul.
December 8th, 2009 at 10:36 am
This poem should be accompanied by classical music. Something intense and energy filled. It’s that powerful!
December 8th, 2009 at 10:44 am
I am not well, but I drink anyways.
Does a
rotting
soul make
a foul
stench?
December 8th, 2009 at 2:16 pm
Dang Shultzie! I am getting you water right now. Dark and foul and stank of death …you did this so well. I think I have only read much lighter stuff from you thus far…another dimension emerges!
December 8th, 2009 at 5:46 pm
that’s awesome you are an amazing and very talented writer
December 9th, 2009 at 12:22 am
excellent
December 9th, 2009 at 12:28 am
Words escape.
December 9th, 2009 at 3:46 am
this is awesome!
I remember not so long ago, you were pretty good at stuff and now, gees! you are…
notable!
(when do you get the book published?…you should write one!)
December 9th, 2009 at 8:03 am
very nice.
December 9th, 2009 at 9:49 am
this poem feels like a fugue from Mozart.
December 9th, 2009 at 2:52 pm
TYPO… and then
I like the intensity of it ” to cool my scorching tongue”
December 9th, 2009 at 7:18 pm
dude let me just say that i love hogan’s hero’s and that is it