A.G. Stranger's Blog, page 2
May 13, 2018
Poem : None for her
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A.G. STRANGER - NONE FOR HER
None for her
In a dark winter night
A writer was in plight
He had lost sight
Of his words,
That night.
His words flew
Like a kite
Far away
So far away
From his mind.
His fingers trembled
The thunder roared
His hands quivered
The sky downpoured
His pen collapsed
And the windows clacked.
His innermost fear
Was so real.
So real
He couldn't shed a tear.
So real
He regretted every year
Every word he spent
On hearts
That didn't want his light.
Alone, with
All that pain to bear
No one was there
Not even her
Not even that rare
Scent of her.
She wouldn't understand.
She wouldn't understand
The sorrows he had.
She wanted his words.
She wouldn't understand
They stole his words.
Despite being hers,
They left none for her!
He grasped his fallen pen.
With starry eyes,
gazed at her picture.
His fallen angel,
Staring back at him,
Holding a flower,
The only thing
he ever gave her.
His pen grazed the paper.
A point,
That didn't want
To turn
Into a word.
Oh was he desperate
For one
One word only
But there was none
They left none for her...
Please let me know what you think about the poem/video/performance.
A.G. STRANGER - NONE FOR HER
None for her
In a dark winter night
A writer was in plight
He had lost sight
Of his words,
That night.
His words flew
Like a kite
Far away
So far away
From his mind.
His fingers trembled
The thunder roared
His hands quivered
The sky downpoured
His pen collapsed
And the windows clacked.
His innermost fear
Was so real.
So real
He couldn't shed a tear.
So real
He regretted every year
Every word he spent
On hearts
That didn't want his light.
Alone, with
All that pain to bear
No one was there
Not even her
Not even that rare
Scent of her.
She wouldn't understand.
She wouldn't understand
The sorrows he had.
She wanted his words.
She wouldn't understand
They stole his words.
Despite being hers,
They left none for her!
He grasped his fallen pen.
With starry eyes,
gazed at her picture.
His fallen angel,
Staring back at him,
Holding a flower,
The only thing
he ever gave her.
His pen grazed the paper.
A point,
That didn't want
To turn
Into a word.
Oh was he desperate
For one
One word only
But there was none
They left none for her...
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Starry night
It's always a thing of wonder ;
To gaze at the stars and wander
In the realm of myths and thunder
With the angels, I hover
I wander and wonder;
Will I lose my luster?
To the god, I write a prayer
The sky, my paper
The moon, my sayer
"I know you are there,
Here, there, somewhere,
I am but a frail walker
A wonderer, a wanderer
Seldom a wrongdoer
A true friend, a lover
A beloving son, a brother
A benevolent soul bearer
Please,
My dreams do not hinder
Do not tear them asunder.
For
You bestowed this power
Upon my every finger,
To aspire, not to meander
To inspire, not to surrender. "
