Friday, April 3, 2009


Some men will move mountains
And build cities on the sea
Some men will never learn
How to grab hold of their dreams
Some men will climb to Heaven
While some go through hell
Some will compose operas
While others have no tale to tell

Some men will find true love
Some only know lust
Some men will find glory
While other lives turn to dust
Some men will build empires
And conquer all of their fears
While some live in the past
And die in wasted years


Chef E said...

Nicely written Dash...nice...

your word verifcation is deringsized...could that mean something, lol

Shupe said...

As always- Beautiful! and so true! damn you men and your fickleness!

Isabel Martínez Rossy said...

Algunos hombres...algunas mujeres...Hoy mi día es de polvo, de ausencia, de toda esa parte triste de tu poema. Hoy no construyo ciudades en el fondo del mar...

dash deringer said...

Isabel, tus palabras me ponen triste... que te pasa? mal dia,,,?

Isabel Martínez Rossy said...

Dash, no quiero ponerte triste! ...Sí, unos días de esos que sientes que el suelo se desintegra bajo tus pies, que no sabes dónde estás, que te sentarías al borde del camino... Gracias por tus palabras.

writingfool said...

bittersweet words, Poet
grim, but true enough;
i see the empire-builders
once admired and envied
descending into infamy...


some men lie low
watching, waiting
planning all the while
biding their time
pulling strings
knowing beyond all doubt
their time will come
the fame, the glory,
all of it
knowing it only took
a fool or two
to make it work