You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. James 4:14 |
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my fear of failure, my fear of shame I'm controlled by fear like moth to flame I fear I'm condemned to take the blame I think I feel my bleeding heart rot at the end I ask what have I got at the end I ask what have I wrought internal cuts leave internal scars I watch the world as if behind bars where I write these unmanly memoirs |
The temperature is hot, I'm cold. I'm needy as a newborn, I'm old. Provide a better option, I'm sold. If someone adores my poems, I'm glad. If someone prefers to fight, I'm sad. If someone hates our country, I'm mad. If you love me for a laugh, I'll cry. If you stretch out a hand, I'll try. If you offer me your heart, I'll buy. |
How about something a little more uplifting? at winter's end I can't help but sing for the world's happiest in the spring this I know as well as anything in springtime I'll awake before dawn my legs shakey as a newborn fawn with hair a mess and my face long drawn Then I feel a breeze swirl around me I ascend like a white dove set free soaring overhead it's her I see |
The poet I revere the most, Shakespeare, Forever knight but never once knighted, Whatever the specifics are, it's clear, Into his world, we're always invited. |
My flesh lies on the grave of my mattress, I think death might not be much different, Existence has become claustrophobic, My skills are being still and of slight breath, I avoid many things I want, I guess I've been dead for a long time, Maybe my whole life's been mere practice. |
In time's wonder, does a drink help me think, Is alcohol a schoolboy's wishful dream, My animal intensified uplink, My words, an excuse disguised as a theme. When Longfellow wrote down something mellow, A bit of good booze may have helped him lose, Neurosis allowing him to bellow, Which heightened or relieved him from the blues. All I realize is that I'm snockered, And getting snockered-er with every word, Dear friend, my monitor is growing burred, Now even my typing is getting slurred. So, all in all, at last, I think I've found, One way I should never try to expound. |