Sunday, April 20, 2014

Vacancy

THIS TRAGIC LIFE HAS DEALT SOME BLOWS VERY FEW CAN GET UP FROM
I'M CONVINCED THE DAR OF NIGHT BRINGS  GREAT COMFORT
WHERE BEFORE THERE WAS ONLY FEAR
TO NOT SEE BEFORE ME
REMOVES EXPECTATION AND DISAPPOINTMENTS FROM MY GRASP

I WANT NOT
SO THE DISGUSTING MELODY OF YOUR WORDS FALLS ON DEAF EARS
TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE AND FOR YOU
I SHALL NEVER AGAIN HOLD MY BREATH

DEAR LOVE,
I ADMIT IT YOUR SADISTIC SARCASM HAS CARVED SOLID MARKINGS
IN THE CEMENT OF MY SPIRIT
TRAPPED ARE THE DREAMS I ONCE HELD DEAR
AS A YOUNG NOVICE LONGINGLY I SET ASIDE SOLID LEADS
FOR THOSE SMOKED THROUGH A PIPE
BITTER WAS THE TASTE ON MY LIPS
COUGHING, CHOKING, AND INHALING THIS BLACK LIFE
LUNGS NOW DISMANTLED
BY THE ASHES OF SUCH TREACHERY
I SIT HOPING MY NEXT OF KIN FINDS DNR ORDERS IN MY SAFE DEPOSIT BOX

TO GET RIGHT WITH GOD WOULD BEHOOVE THIS WEARY SOUL OR
THE TEACHINGS OF BIG MAMMA WERE FOR NAUGHT.
I ENTERED INTO THIS WORLD ON A WING & A PRAYER 
REPENT OR REMORSE'S ALL I GOT
THERE MUST BE A PLACE WHERE I BELONG; 
WHERE MY INNER DREAMER IS SET FREE
RIDICULED I WAS IN THIS FLESH
WALKING THIS EARTH
WHEN THE ONLY PERSON I KNEW TO BE WAS ME
TROUBLES DON'T LAST ALWAYS OR JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING?
A WIVE'S TALE AS TALL AS MY CYCLE KEPT ME 
FROM HOLDING NEW LIFE IN MY ARMS
CRADLED TO MY BOSOM
CRIMSON STREAKS CURDLE IN ON THEMSELVES RUSHING
TO ESCAPE THE WOUND OVER MY HEART
I KNEW I WOULD HAVE TO DIE IN THIS FLESH TO GET 
MY CLEAN SLATE AND FRESH START.

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