"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from
emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from
personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and
emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things."
T. S. Eliot
T. S. Eliot
Fade Into The Silver Setting Sun I am going to disappear Into a poetic ether. You will look for me When its to late. I will be around If I have not already gone. This day was full of beauty, But like all things It must come to an end. Tomorrow will be like the next I cant say what it will bring. I chased the wind! The wind follows nothing But everything follows the wind. I ran fast to get ahead of it But it left me behind with the dust. I followed the river into the city But the city is no longer a city Only buildings stand where I once stood. People congregate where I once preformed. This city is not what it once was, for me. I took back roads home Through the woods The smell of burning leaves The taste of fresh fall air And the setting sun guiding me home. I will be gone with the day And I will show up some-where with the new sun. I will follow it into the next town And more on there after Until I find the place that This world has saved for me. ~ Christopher Burks | I Dream In FictionLets burn like the sunWalk into the ruins of our past Cast ghosts into the air. Like vacant silhouettes We vanquish all hope And redefine our past With a new beginning. This is my introduction Into the world that I created Around me. We stand firm And find a new exploration. I stuck by the battles Faced the overthrow Gave chase to the castle in Spain. I can’t shake my dream The elusive fox, The setting sun, The new hope. The time has come. Give me what you got. Haunting souls travel past me And ill stand unshaken. Because my world has collapsed Yet I still stand. ~Christopher Burks |
