Okay, this is my first attempt at something like this. So it is porbably flawed or maybe worse.
Either way, i hope you enjoy at least a piece of it, if not all. ^_^
100-Lined Personal Prayer
Free Verse
By, K. Myst Williams
To those above in strength or numbers,
I make a personal plea;
I ask that you lean patient,
For I am long-winded you will see.
Once upon a dire need –
Or simple pleasure in curiosity –
What is, and what was, was created;
Clean soul-ed, but blind, yet, in harmony.
Forgive me, for I have sinned;
As has my companions in life, spirit and kin.
I wish – nay – pray that the worst of life was not upon being free,
Though, that is only the beginning of what I, your servant, kneels upon thee.
Keep up! For my tongue is quick, I must say –
This prayer is as important to me, as to you; you’ll see.
For every happy there is equal hurt.
Sadly, the latter, is where the heart lies last;
It, too, takes granted is comfort,
But don’t feel bad; at times, it lies in the past;
As has all life which you have cast.
The worst of it has yet to come, I know.
However, it can only be greater, if we don’t bargain – somehow –
We must change, we must conquer;
What love is, and what is not.
Whilst life continues; and I, in the spiral, am caught.
Fear not! I have more then plea,
But leave and fall, not autumn, you see.
I swell and think of those with hurt
And seek but just, but all equalities.
Be free, give will, you say;
I say you’re dolt.
For non suffice that greater good;
And none can display, or even would.
I grasp that you are certain
And stick confident to what is yours,
Maybe even not personal, but pride;
I only ask that we continue and grasp what is yours as compromise.
Think large, think long;
For what I have is a barren too strong.
If I could, I would
Be that soul to sacrifice love for hate,
But you – as stubborn as you are –
Seem to like to puppeteer one’s fate.
Hence I contradict myself once more;
Yet another flaw of faith;
Thus, I spin in the game of hate
As a pawn in one’s forever chess-game-case.
The basis is idol;
The purpose is free;
The language is foreign;
The bargain is tea – and crumpets galore,
For we shall talk until the end is no more.
The top of the floors of the building so high
One sits observing, yet, only with a sigh
As one defies – the basis, the purpose, the language
And the bargain; that so soon has yet to fail;
With each detail, but another fall and rushing, not water, but sail.
To the everlasting utopia that is such a far reach away;
We stay, we pray; guess what: we’re in dismay.
As for end: it’s tall, it’s bark, and not canine you see
But nature, not mother, is as bold as that tree.
The furthest, that mountain, that 20-size key –
Again make at home; take the tea, it’s truly free –
I’m sure with the time you’ve discouraged my tame
Agnostic, religious, it’s all but the same.
This could be considered a conversion, I know,
But don’t get an ego as white as the snow.
For the purpose is everything but outright –
But to be and to go – but to broaden my sights.
Hark! The time so dear is nigh;
I ask that you sustain your tears and not cry.
For though most don’t reach upon your love;
Even I, I swear, recognize that there must be some.
Answer; some call; however, we all see the end;
Humanity is scarred, now injured and not willing to mend.
Stop fooling with our eyes, thoughts and emotions;
Delirious minds are oblivious to your notions,
But dedicated to your claimed words
That is too kind to enlighten of the disturbed.
Think of the hurt; think of the disease;
Know where you’re wrong; know what you’re unwilling to seize.
Change; to wrong; however, if there is a good,
There must be a bad;
Are you sure you want to be that man?
Or a symbol, or spirit – but have a soul to make a stand!
You made life with what you said;
Now all that I ask is - for us - you defend.
Children starve and die
Due to will you gave their predecessors.
Now they pray, but nothing; so cry.
Now of life they are suck with the lesser
Forever and ever it seems.
Your long-term goal would seem unfair,
Because the balance of history doesn’t entail
What is fair or the horrific details.
I will begin to conclude my plea;
This obviously neglects the free –
Unless you can find it in me,
Or another, to carry out your personal deeds –
Does good always triumph? It seems hard to believe,
But then again maybe we all have been deceived.