Leader Of The Lambs

You called them and they came
to hear your words of wisdom.
You spoke to them with the tongue of a prophet
as you led your flock astray
creating visions of a life everlasting
a hopeful dream to those
who had no direction.
But...something went dreadfully wrong
with your ingenious plan and
the government came knocking on your door.
Then you broke God's law,
when you took another man's life
something that the son of God would never do.
Your words of deceit were unveiled
for what they really were
and you bite the dust in disgrace.
A Nation has been saddened,
because you led your innocent lambs
to their slaughter...still...proclaiming to be...
The Leader Of The Lambs.

Milo Von Strom

Rainbow

Running like a mad dog
through the pouring rain,
searching for an elusive rainbow
somehow...just does not seem the same.
It could be just age
as my visions not as clear
as it used to be,
but if there is a chance...
of yet another promising rainbow, it is the one that I want to see.
Look...the sky is clearing and
the dark clouds have all...blown away.
I guess the good old days are here again
to stay.

Milo Von Strom

Dreamers

Can you imagine...a sea full of Dreamers
who never want to wake up,
as they sleep in their own self-contained
wounderful world?
They never seem to care...
about what tomorrow will bring,
for this is a Hedonistic world
with no other desire...except
another adventurous dream.
Idea's...float freely amongest everyone,
as ...if all minds were one.
Can you imagine ...a Sea full of Dreamers,
whose only purpose in life is...
TO DREAM ?

Poetic Thought

Each and every piece of paper...wants
a simple poetic thought
not ...yet recorded
A compositional task
meant for only a few...Masters of verse.
Poets day dream...of Majestic Mountains
blanketed with a million words,
that they can scale ...at anytime
in their eternal quest
for the famed Poetic prize at the top.
A piece of blank paper ...a poet's dream
and a Majestic Mountain...of a million words
are the main ingredients
for this small, yet...Monumental poem.

Milo Von Strom

Wishing Well

Make a wish sweet lady
and cast your silver coins into this well .
Do not worry precious one,
your secrets I will not tell.
For these ancient walls hold many memories
of lovers like you,
who...for a moment in time...shared...
a priceless dream .

Milo Von Strom

I Know That

Keeping my head above water...is like a daily ritual
without an end in sight.
I feel...that I resemble a spider clinging to life
on an invisable thread;
For...I am surviving through the strength of my design
and the pattern of my intricate web.
Confusion...sometimes is only an illusion to the race
I constantly run.
There seems to be so many different directions,
that...I could follow in this man made maze;
So...I keep surging straight ahead...trusting totally in
that authoritative voice...from within...without asking.

Milo Von Strom

Legacy

Thousands of ancient faced children clad
in salvaged rags stand, sit and lie,
by the side of a hot, dusty roadside.
They stare at us with dreamless eyes
as we parade like mighty warriors
through their battered village.
And...as we pass...they extend
their boney, bronzed hands
wanting more than the meager morsels
thrown to them.
War leaves...innocent children crying
without fathers,
weeping women...without lovers
and millions of poor, puzzled people
without a country.

Milo Von Strom