I have been to the end of the world
and back
Weird sights
Weird delights
A wonderland
Meeting strange beasts in the dark forest
roaming stoned on cyber streets
Never once leaving the safe
confines of home
Homeward bound
on the road to nowhere
All inside my living room
A wonderland
Outside my back door sits heaven
Inside is a hell which the mind creates
Have you ever thought of me
During a cold winter night
Have you ever dreamed?
Escaped back in time
Seeing the world in
Black and white
We were walking one evening
to the edge of a dream
two blind men
played chess
as a third, a war hero
watched from afar
It was the end of the world
a young child cries
but no one hears
or seems to care
cries
screams
everywhere
The smell was deafening
Death like the cool scent of morning dew
It was just another day
Another prayer
Is anyone there?
or even care?
It didn't seem to matter any more
All would soon be over
Another day finished
Back to your world
Dreams
About the Creator
Joe King
"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities." - Jim Morrison
These poems are from my book An American Parody, which is a tribute to the writings and poetry of Jim Morrison.
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