Poetry come to life through Backpacker Hip-Hop
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You live.
Or walk as I see it, through a city you've never once seen
or been to. Surrounded by pillars placed perfectly drowning
the acoustics of song, I longer need you. Deaf blind and dumb
you wander, wishing to find the way out of this city you built.
Tread carefully, for the ruins are listening, and in this place
of disaster: words kill.
You love.
Fingers intertwined in hopelessness, foolhardy wanton I wondered
for you. And when wishful whispers whisked me away, I walked
through the city of ruin, wandering too. At one time I thought I
heard the music run through me and felt the soft echoes run in
my hair. The thought of you shadowed so smoothly, but in the quiet
of ruin, there was nobody there.
You lose.
The dust settled around me, I stood so still they found me;
a statue of stone in a city of ruin. Earth Heaven and Hell drowned
me in riddles, confounded, my hands on my forehead, alone in this
room. The grove has been burnt, and the stars have receeded, the
city we wandered is crumbled and gone. You gave me more than a poem,
and it took too long to see it, but the wilting of lilies gave me a song.
You learn.
I hum quietly to myself, walking to some place, that next needs the touch
of a Saviour. I've 'naught known a moment of quiet, so deep as the silence
I've found there the day. I see flowers ahead, but I dare not make break
of my journey to savour the bloom. For I live love and lose, and with
each step I learn, that this life must be led from a city of ruin.
