A Game Of Energy
The rhythm of shooting, the winds of the wind are cooled in the avalanche of habit. The extreme status brings madness of colors within the frame of thinking - Extreme sports become new fun, rats walk in the city of light, where beauty disappeared when we are constantly on the run.
Broken hope, hands full of dirty games, movies sell fog in the zenith of children's development. Fake colors paint true energy, nature gives signals - slapping begins with a change of mind - existence is a fiction thing. The killers make new laws - anarchy does not have the strength to strike back.
Smiling faces juggling words in their hands holding the rod of reason - be a blind follower - believe in their pure ideals - a lie. The Saint remains in the position of the paradigm - we have forgotten the starry heroes who cry in our violence of sin.
Energy returns with the same measure, everyone gets a blessing from their work. I want to write about truths - the heart writes along with my spirit. There is no place to escape, the change begins with your faith - the power of love - better tomorrow.
Be yourself @dobartim
Your poetry is amazing. i often use your poetry
Thank you my friend
Are these really your words. Amazing!
Soon I'm finishing a new poetry, I believe it's special.
This is the new one @kus-knee https://steemit.com/poetry/@dobartim/the-lord-of-power