Just another poem ;)

This one is about the feeling of walking alone and the tragic dignity it might lend to one's character.....





shooting stars
 
resting in the cradle of humanity i jot down what my mind meows
i would love to reach deeper
prod a throbbing heart
yet all i filter out of my muse's deranged whispers
is longing and denial
amidst bittersweet reminiscences of bygone ages
stuff that presents the most insignificant grasshopper with my sympathy
as i recline on a darkened figurative hilltop
and let my eyes wander in zig zags and meandering
calligraphic lines
across the worlds and heavens and hells
spiraling above
while i am faintly illuminated by the blood
sweat and
tears of ones
who came before as i anticipate it will remain in the future
walking beside the primordial sea as it gives off
whiffs of kelp and musk i can't help but feel catharsis
knowing that i scaled that hilltop alone
and haven't seen another set of footprints
yet
on this
beach