deep undercover

Just because im not the same as you
Doesnt mean i am more or less than you
These are just the thoughts & definitions.
Cast out, long ago in our faraway past.
Judgements made in a state of inferiority,
That gave birth to the need of superiority.
All a false sense of security,
Bringing back the dead.
Not to life, for no freshness
Can in there be found.
In that space, of the rotten.
That at times, We all have forgotten
The springime bursts within,
Singing loud, about our primal sin.
Repeating the mantra of,
one over another.
Domination and loss of the lover.
All for nothing else,
but to scratch out another day,
and thus that way
stay deep undercover.

Eliberocelta 23 may Madrid 2015

a reply to: ancientthunder

I like your art. Very crisp. I have read a few.

Keep at it!

It's almost a window

You have a wonderful gift. That was beautiful. And was waiting for others to comment, so decided it was time to bring this up again, so others can enjoy your poetry.

a reply to: ancientthunder

Thank you for that great poem.

Does that mean THEY are fleeing underground?
If so, good for them. Seems like they found out that Beasty is out hunting.

a reply to: [post=19376571]Treespeaker[/post
Thanks my friend, first a window then a door, then we rip the roof off to the open sky we gooooooo.

a reply to: Unity_99
Many thanks for your warm words, they are felt. They invite me to continue.

a reply to: hewriteshere
Ha ha it depends by who you mean by they? Home is where the heart is.