She looks good even though she's walking away.
She's sweeter than honey though she left you stray.
Now it's just your thoughts of her left to play.
Trying to keep your head straight,
But this aborition is screwing with you vision.
Trying to create a life w/o going toward hate.
Washing this taste from your mouth as it sours,
As it sat for too long hours.
Listening has lost it's meaning.
Scotch and Whiskey are the same result,
As too much beer releases fear.
Fear of over indulgence and not chasing her away
You know you couldn't drink enough to was her out.
Deal with the taste in your mouth.
The bitter will subside.
Life will move on.
Give in to time and patience.
You can't drink enough to wash her out...
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Monday, June 20, 2016
All The While
Trying to get out of the wood
Feel like I'm doing what I should
But these shadows reek havoc on my eyes
All the while believing these lies
All the while headed to the other side
Step by step along the way
Again turned around.
They want me to stay.
Please clear what lies
All the while believing these lies
All the while headed to the other side
All that is seen are tree
And nothing to be.
Hamlet had an idea,
"To be or not to be..."
Choosing between two was his goal
In that sacred scene of ole
As he stared deep into dead eyes
All the while...
Feel like I'm doing what I should
But these shadows reek havoc on my eyes
All the while believing these lies
All the while headed to the other side
Step by step along the way
Again turned around.
They want me to stay.
Please clear what lies
All the while believing these lies
All the while headed to the other side
All that is seen are tree
And nothing to be.
Hamlet had an idea,
"To be or not to be..."
Choosing between two was his goal
In that sacred scene of ole
As he stared deep into dead eyes
All the while...
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
After The Rain
Turning the page
I find a new chapter
And it's already bound in better leather
As I read
It's noticed that clouds break
Revealing better weather
The storm no longer rages...
At least not...
On present pages.
The grass glistens
As if wet from dew
The air crisp and cool
There is new growth in this world
New things are noticed
Like beauty After The Rain
I find a new chapter
And it's already bound in better leather
As I read
It's noticed that clouds break
Revealing better weather
The storm no longer rages...
At least not...
On present pages.
The grass glistens
As if wet from dew
The air crisp and cool
There is new growth in this world
New things are noticed
Like beauty After The Rain
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Therapy
Constantly contemplating
This life transitionally
What's next, who's next
Why this and Why that
Is this much out of my control?
There's got to be more
More that ebbs and flows
Where's the life that glows
Tire of being unsatisfied
All the hypocrisy and lies
Frustrated w/ greed and the self-righteous
(Knowing this might be me)
Expectations of a life that's thought to be
It can't be this or that you see
Pressure of the outside folding in
Breath is short and coming to an end
This is my Therapy
Constantly contemplating
This life alway transitioning
The soul wants more
Rages upon pages
Bleeding ink as one thinks
No one is hearing me
And that makes this book the only one listening...
This life transitionally
What's next, who's next
Why this and Why that
Is this much out of my control?
There's got to be more
More that ebbs and flows
Where's the life that glows
Tire of being unsatisfied
All the hypocrisy and lies
Frustrated w/ greed and the self-righteous
(Knowing this might be me)
Expectations of a life that's thought to be
It can't be this or that you see
Pressure of the outside folding in
Breath is short and coming to an end
This is my Therapy
Constantly contemplating
This life alway transitioning
The soul wants more
Rages upon pages
Bleeding ink as one thinks
No one is hearing me
And that makes this book the only one listening...
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