I ask the blind puppeteer could i buy your puppet could i dance on its strings no says the man you are not a puppet i do not dance with boys just puppets Could i be your puppet old man i could dance on strings you could paint me how ever you wished you could make me act bring me to life no son you aren't a puppet you can move on your own you move think talk and act of your own accord you will not fit in with the other puppets you will not be a good puppet you will break All there pieces fit in perfect order your pieces fall about you with each step they have hearts of gold while yours rusts go home boy you are not a puppet i wish for strings to wrap around me to control my movement i wish to dance to a puppet master and smile with the other puppets I am a boy sir, who wished to be a real puppet At that moment i felt the pull of the strings and smiling let go of my humanity now i dance to strings with a heart made of rusted gold eternally on the shelf no different from other puppets waiting for my turn to dance before my rusted heart fades...
Like a nightingale i sing my song of fairwell touching hearts and souls if i never see you again remember my song
I really like it. Free verse is my favorite style of poetry (although all my best works are ABCB etc..format... Go figure) Great topic, I love the imagery that comes into it when the puppet master is talking about the puppets. How true. Many "sheep" have hearts, of innocence, of gold, but do not truly live, like those of us with rusting, breaking down ones. (pardon my take on it, if its completely off ) Edit: Heres one of mine, With that ABCB DFEF format. See my reflection. Can you tell its not real? All these hidden emotions, that he and I feel. A blank look that I give, a blank look I get back. Searching my own eyes for something I lack. I'm closing my eyes, with my hands–shield my face Think of things that are gone, things that I can't replace. He waves at me slowly. I slowly wave back. We both bend and we bend 'Til I break with a crack. Less hidden meaning, but i like how it flows.
I close this thread and close my eyes Just to slide a little rice around my cold paws. I am Shining I am Blinding Simply just to be Outstanding And when the blood turns blue I will be in love with you.