Dusty worn out shoes
Treading on a rocky path
The sun is hot...
So hot it's melting my sense of humor
Defrosting the reality in my mind
I can barely afford a snigger
When I look at things, many things
Things here are also people
Things that once made me laugh
Maybe I shouldn't have taken this afternoon walk
This wind blowing on my face is making me see
It's making me see things and people
Maybe I should visit the local pub down there
A drink or two will keep me sane
But sometimes sanity breeds absurdity
The absurdity assuming form of reality
A drink or two will keep me sane
Sane and happy
I will see things as things and people as things again
I will laugh at this spiel called life
A spiel whose persuasion is only delusive
A spiel full of words that quickly varnish.
Poets Note;
Hallo everyone! I hope you're enjoying your Monday blues *tongue-in-cheek*, I am :-)... I wrote this poem an hour ago, I hope you enjoyed reading it, please leave a comment.
Thank you for visiting my blog! Welcome again!
Treading on a rocky path
The sun is hot...
So hot it's melting my sense of humor
Defrosting the reality in my mind
I can barely afford a snigger
When I look at things, many things
Things here are also people
Things that once made me laugh
Maybe I shouldn't have taken this afternoon walk
This wind blowing on my face is making me see
It's making me see things and people
Maybe I should visit the local pub down there
A drink or two will keep me sane
But sometimes sanity breeds absurdity
The absurdity assuming form of reality
A drink or two will keep me sane
Sane and happy
I will see things as things and people as things again
I will laugh at this spiel called life
A spiel whose persuasion is only delusive
A spiel full of words that quickly varnish.
Poets Note;
Hallo everyone! I hope you're enjoying your Monday blues *tongue-in-cheek*, I am :-)... I wrote this poem an hour ago, I hope you enjoyed reading it, please leave a comment.
Thank you for visiting my blog! Welcome again!
On nights like these I get lost
Lost in loose winding thoughts
Thoughts of yesterday, thoughts of tomorrow
Tomorrow will be a better day
Day comes and it is the same old
Old like those that came before
Before I longed for today
Today like the wind is gone
Gone leaving behind footsteps
Footsteps that are memories
Memories as good as tales
Tales I want others to remember
Remember after I die to tell
Tell my story in words
Words will carry my life
Life is indeed short
Short like these nights
Nights when I get lost
Lost in loose winding thoughts
Thoughts of yesterday, thoughts of tomorrow
Tomorrow will be a better day.He has been devoured
By the worlds deluding sight
By each height
Of its false angle
With his hands
He covers his face
Trying to hide his pain
Bidding back chains of tears
I see him wander
As a lonely cloud
With a smile
Of a withered rose
Oh! If only he knew
The beauty of tears
He would weep the more
And die less inside
I hope you enjoyed reading this piece, please leave a comment :-)
By the worlds deluding sight
By each height
Of its false angle
With his hands
He covers his face
Trying to hide his pain
Bidding back chains of tears
I see him wander
As a lonely cloud
With a smile
Of a withered rose
Oh! If only he knew
The beauty of tears
He would weep the more
And die less inside
I hope you enjoyed reading this piece, please leave a comment :-)
