You Must Keep Going

Something I whipped up tonight, amongst untameable taunting of the mind. deep, i know.
But this is the first poem I've done in a while, and if I'm not mistaken one of only two or three I've ever done...
There's some intentional patterning in there.... Let me know what it makes you think..

Crumble Stars 
And all that was beautiful


Memories cascade as tears from the heart, 
Falling black unto the earth


Descend O Stars, from your impossible height, 
Fall one by one upon empty houses
That were never filled ...


Huddling in assurance of dusty scenes, 
Memories fight the chill 
Of cold words ...


Burning houses devour ambition and value, 
Where in was stored the wealth;
What wealth


Burning stars ignite the memories, 
Suffocation comes from worry's black smoke. 


Crumble Walls, 
And all that was beautiful


Save
For
Your
Embrace. 

Desert Paradise.

Hey to no one who's listening. You're a great audience. >_>.
Anywho here's a poem I wrote, one of the first pieces I've done in this basic type of poetic style, but I do enjoy it.

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
please :)
and hey! if you like it, why not read the rest! In fact, why not subscribe! you'd make my heart sing...

Let them live like nothing matters,

Let them live like Vegas Pollyanna’s, basking in the short lived glory of cheap thrills and endlessly burning cigarettes,

And leave me in my desert paradise.

Go ahead and get caught up in the allure of easy [and easily lost] money, highs, and love,

Just let me swim in sanity.

Gleaming lights, pretty pictures, loud music,

In this I share their infatuation,

But in their delirium,

I do not.

Let them become entangled in a Hollywood web that glows of fame and popularity,

But leave me in my desert paradise, to dally in the sands of time.

With them I’ll live in the moment,

But in the face of foolishly wasted episodes,

Let me leave them, just let me abide here,

In my desert paradise.

Call me dull, call me lost, call me foolish for inhabiting the outskirts of town,

For dwelling in my distinction from the often unwise conformity of the city,

And it’s bright lights…

But it is out here I live my personal joy, 

Loving humanity’s people,

But standing strong in my ways,

Here in the vastness of the clear sky, dust, and endless possibility.

Here in my midnight desert paradise.

Their attraction is obvious,

The pull of the crowd into bright muggy rooms,

Fuelled by the rush of pushing your luck,

But for me, the room is too easily explored.

Remember I live for joy as well,

I also breathe in experience,

But the air is so much clearer out here,

Clearer than your smog,

Come out, to the original creation of night,

Come out and see the view,

A clearer view of all life’s capabilities,

Here in my desert paradise.