Sam Wise is a young poet who also has a passion for music. So sit back and enjoy Sams true and meaningful words.

 Fruit of life

A Bore each day
as the Fruit of life fades away
Am i losing it?
Did i ever have it?

The sheep run in their Merry Circle
The farmer full of deciete and lie
But stuck, stuck in the middle
A lost sheep am I

What life is this?
When Nobody Lives
Breathing But not thinking
Scheming But no FEELING

Save yourself
And nobody else
the jesters laugh and cry
For their the greedy ones
that always seem to survive.

 

Blank Canvas 

A lost reflection,
of light and sound,
Indivdual Beams
Percieved By thines eye.

A hidden angel
Which found its way?
A fallen devil
Which laughs and plays?

Smoke drifts past
To leave a  blank canvas.
Nothingness?
or "something-ness"
I will never know
For i cant see past
what my mind refuses to see

The Dust in the Sky

It was a dust covered night.
The ground whisped away by the wind,
Consumed by the nothingness
Absored by the Vacuum

An infinite piece of cloth,
streched and perferated.
A grain of sand making a tiny hole -
A mere man making gardens grow?

The sea of black
tempting the sand
Poking,teasing with its mystery.

But then the Tide doth turn
Hides beyond a haze.
The grain of sand left alone again
To live another day.

 

Transitory

I am but transient.
Laid on this earth with no real reason.
The beauty the "lie" here,
Is all but illusion.

These words I write
mere constructs of my mind
the meaning all realitive,
to the individual eye.

Self- a truth,
Or a bundle of thoughts?
Me- a man,
Or an animal of sorts?

Is a soul all but a fantasy,
some concept of infinity
Some excuse for something beyond
what we can see?

I am but transient
An object of life and thoughts
The Physical self
has truely no meaning at all.