The Eyes Of Madness


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    The Eyes Of Madness

    I am "One" 

    I am one with the dirt under my feet 
                   with the animals roaming free 
                   with the wind blowing endlessly 
                   with the hearts of those who believe 
            and with all who see 

    I'm alone 
    but as "One" 
    I'm unstoppable

    Staring into the eyes of madness
    I see into the endless cycle of fear
    "believe as I do or die"

    I taste the tears
    hear the prayers
    feel the hope
    and dance in the dreams
    of all who sacrifice

    they are you
    they are me

    since the dawn of man 
                                     we are victim
                                     we are criminal
                                     we are strength 
                                     we are fear 

    we are caught as pieces in a game
    played by those who do not care
    at the mercy of a raging river
    into which we were born
    and we have spent our lives 
    just trying to swim

    I have people I love
    those who love me
    dreams yet to fulfill
    and so much more to see

    So I will care
         I will feel

         I will stand...

    and when I do

                  you will know my strength
                  you will know my resolve
                  you will know my beliefs
                  you will know my spirit 
           and you will know my name


                  I am "One"

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    Buffybytes commented on The Eyes Of Madness


    Really exceptional work, worthy of much praise...Nicely penned

    Worthless commented on The Eyes Of Madness


    Well written my friend... I like it

    danmartyjake1 commented on The Eyes Of Madness


    This is intriguing to read, encompasses the rage and pain of war and death, without touching the actual words and the hopes and dreams of life, too.

    TinaD commented on The Eyes Of Madness


    Another enjoyable read that says it all. Keep writing!!!

    rsalassi commented on The Eyes Of Madness


    A celebration of individuality. Good write. Were we each so brave (or foolish) as that fellow in Tianimin (?) Square!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    RPT40’s Poems (10)

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    Dive 22
    The Line 10
    The Remnants Of Today 19
    Eternal Embrace 22
    The Vision 20
    The Ride Of Your Life 25
    The Eyes Of Madness 18
    Tomorrow 15
    Clearly Thinking About Confusion 14
    The Current 14