Edgar, 5 august 2012
Multitudes of men forming lines like ants
Quickly moving as if they knew their wants
Going somewhere along the edge of time
Only to find some acts of pantomime
Some happily buy their favorite toys
Others riding proudly like hot cowboys
In wagons powered by liquid horses
Even sometimes filled with blooming roses
But most of their ears can not hear a cry
Whether from a lad or from passers by
For the tune pods like tentacles that bind
Those small satellite disks to be unkind
Hence, its sound waves can never penetrate
To their insensitive bosoms to date
Edgar, 5 august 2012
Blockbuster movies got its sequels
Mobile phones kept its latest models
Few good churches still rapidly growing
While some of its converts are blowing
Yet, you are leaving anyway
Groceries are always piled in bulk
As consumers rushing like the Hulk
Only to find, there's just one thing they need
A cute appetite that is free from greed
Yet, you are leaving anyway
You had left a garden on a borrowed land
I wish you scripted the plants with your brand
The inner silks of your perky heart refined
This soothed me once in my rugged mind
Yet, you are still leaving anyway
The tasks ahead once you protected and pampered
Now crying like "flocks of sheep without a shepherd"
Clothes to wash, people to visit, and bills to pay
Are all patiently waiting, and missing you in dismay
Yes dear, you had left me anyway
Edgar, 5 august 2012
The longest last strife
That shocks a sane life
Still crossed rain and fire
To get true desire
Edgar, 5 august 2012
Wise or otherwise
Can surmise this peaceful sight
Sunset or sunrise
Edgar, 5 august 2012
These petals are rough
Yet its axle is tender
For a hungry worm
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