Stantasyland

PoetryPoem.com
  stantasyland
Login
Email Poem | Today's Poetry

 Sculpting

Believers, deceivers, and teachers of nay,
all echoing the same words that they say.
Until their thoughts and assumptions can go astray,
in their minds will there be new thoughts that can play?
Seems we're all in the same educational box,
book by book, pages all seem like locks.
Are there new thoughts that man cannot find,
blinded by science and religion divine.
Oh so many things there are for us to know,
but, we're all trapped with nowhere to go.
Do we really ever go anywhere,
or does life simply end with a blank stare?
I believe that if there's a new life to find,
that it's creation will come from your mind.
Brainwaves leave your body and gather collectively in space,
through this osmosis you'll create your new place.
When the last brainwave leaves your infinite mind,
it will join all your others in your new life's design.




Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

stantasyland

  Sign Guestbook
  Read Guestbook




dakotarainstantasylandstalemate2012

 Privacy | Terms | © 2000-2022 +++ Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors