There is too much baggage weighing my mind,
like guilt and fear, and feelings unkind.
In fear of fail, i i'm worried and pale,
i thirst with desperation for a taste of ale.
My skin doth wither with passion and pain,
I become angered as no pain no gain.
Then stumbled i upon a friend,
even as it seemed the very end.
My sins and fears he made to mend,
unto him my life i offered to lend.
But no, rather he took my hand,
and he took me around the land.
Just right then like the wave of a wand,
"Free your mind", he said. Oh what a brand.
Sunday, 7 July 2013
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
TIME...
They say that time is running out,
yet utter they that it is in my hand.
They yell it over time aloud,
that it contradicts the wand.
When i experience moments magical,
i pray that time stands still.
Then when grief becomes tropical,
time struggles to climb the hill.
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Poetry found me...
when the innocence of childhood carefully caressed my existence.
Extremely liable i was to hurtful find,
that even the injuries that i survived gave no recompense.
The value i now ascribe to life much blows my behind,
so much i like the present tense.
Now i sit by the riverside as the wind is kind,
it all makes perfect sense.
Poetry found me as i made to wind,
one side shall i speak from and not stand on the fence.
Monday, 18 March 2013
I WISH I WERE LONELY...ENOUGH
deep in my misery i begin to wallow,
undressed like feigning the scare crow,
i'm falling, yet i fail to let go,
of the fantasy that comes with the rainbow.
of the lucid gift of pot of gold,
of the grief even if its just a day old.
i'm just asleep trying to escape from being old
i just want to let life and love flow,
i want the sun to constantly glow,
Perhaps one day i'll know,
even in my secret obsessive row,
and my private,solitary show,
i take a bow,
yet i've been seen by one i do not know....
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