This Poem I wrote today, I needed to get something out of my system.
While I have been told already that it seems to be a lot of me making up sentances that sound smart and wacking them together, its not. They all have meaning for me, significant meaning.

So tell me what you think







Imagine a soul without black,
How would that look?

Green, soft dew covers the grass,
Plenty of answers and plenty of questions,
Which is the question?
If the grass had an opportunity to ask the dew just one question, what would that question be? Why? Perhaps it should ask the dew which question it should ask, and in return the grass wouldn't have the answer, but it WOULD have the question.
Which is worth more? The question or the answer?
Don’t be stupid; you obviously know the obvious answer,

Imagine a soul without white,
How would that look?

See how happy the children are on the merry-go-round?
It doesn't stop, the operator is asleep,
Which would be better, to be on the merry-go-round or stay watching?
Who are you? Which are you? Why are you?

The child is lucky because he got a free ride,
The bystander is lucky because he can leave whenever,
The operator doesn't care, well you see he does, but he's asleep.

Imagine someone without a soul,
Why did you look back? Were they worth a second glance?
You see they don’t have a soul, so why did you look back?
Do they bleed? Did you need to paint the wall red? Are they human?

Yes? Or nay?
Does it matter whether they feel it or not? They don’t have a soul.
Are they any better then an animal? Does an animal feel?
But then what? The grim reality of a rhetorical question.

Perhaps you could explain yourself?
No, no explanation is needed,
All was explained, can’t you see his knowledge?
You see the scars where they tore out his soul? How sad. Would it help if I cried for him?
Those scarlet scars are knowledge,
All was made clear and bright,

So why did you look back?
You see, no one can loose their soul, that’s the stories of children,
But the scares show more,
Make sure you don’t pretend

You see, you look for the answer, or maybe it is lost amid everything else,
Who can tell you?
I can’t
But can you? You don’t even see, buts that’s the way of the world.
Seeing more then anyone should, but never truly looking. Never wanting to see,
You don’t see, so why did you turn back?

But then the question still remains, what about Gerald Curiosity?
What’s the answer?
Don’t you see? You don’t want the answer. You think you do, but you really don’t.
What of the question?
You never saw, you never looked, you never asked,

But why should you?
Who would understand the answer without the question?
So which is worth more?
The question?
The answer?

Try again

You never looked, or understood the man without a soul,
How could you?
Knowledge comes at a high price, too high.

So why did you turn back? Why did you take a second glance?
Didn’t you see?
The fountain? Surely you saw it?
The red?
You couldn’t miss it, maybe you turned away?
No, you couldn’t, but you did.

So why did you turn back?
You didn’t

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