This poem was a collaboration between me (E.) and my friend (M.) over 5 years ago. I remember we were bored one afternoon and decided to do this.. Enjoy!
A tale set in divided lands,
Where forces never seem to join hands,
Two angels opt to seek a middle ground,
To merge all the fighting forces found.
Both discuss in a harmonious voice,
All the virtues of life and the sins,
Where everyone has his choice,
And here is where the story begins;
Look, dark angel, at that man,
He can do everything he can,
He’s the human who’s supposed to be,
And now it’s time to turn to thee.
Behold, shining angel, behold
At wars, death, and hell
That, from that same mind, unfold,
And into deep holes, everyone has fell.
Thou eyes yet fail to see
The massacres, murder and misery.
Thou tongue utters happiness,
Yet I, for one, see not but utter mess.
So speak and be convincing,
How smiles are not merely shrinking.
Happiness comes from no money or gold,
Happiness can never be bought or sold,
Even in massacres, murder and misery,
There’s always a glimpse of it to see,
Or feel or even hold in hand,
If you truly, its meaning, understand.
Look at the world, what do you see?
I see the world like it should be,
Look at that colorful lovely nature,
Oh mighty God, how he drew that picture,
Can’t you see the wonders floating around?
Can’t you hear the music wherever it’s found?
What music, that, which you speak of?
It’s all chaos, that’s what I hear;
Hurricanes, storms and thunders from above,
No note, no rhythm that is clear.
Fires flame, blaze and devour,
Don’t you see that destructive power?
Life is both breath and death,
Both chaos and harmony,
Both God and Seth,
So why fight? Ain’t it silly?
No matter what life may give
Go ahead and just live
No rhythm, no music that is clear,
Because my angel, you’re not willing to hear,
Life speaks to you in many ways,
As long as there’s continuity of days.
No matter how many times you feel sad,
Or how much life becomes bad,
I admit this is part of living,
It’s just a matter of listening.
Two angels opt to seek a middle ground,
Now we admit, it is found.
Hand in hand, no more divided,
All has become one,
A middle ground, so enchanted,
Is newly born in this infinite cosmic bun.
And so ends a tale,
Hopefully, becoming reality,
Seeking a better will unveil,
A life, full of clarity.
Light angel by M.
Dark angel by E.