[ Pepper Kay ] Unforgotten those times of clasped fingers through screened stories on Friday, the night of chocolate Lamps and popcorn. The small joys are the ones to stay crisp, keep their remembered glories for evenings, the likes of which I would like to unlearn. City days City nights Wicked ways Wasted rites. Pull a Card Light a candle Remembrance contentments vandal. Your eyes were so bright, no wonder I can no longer tell a blue from a green, grey or silver. They sit behind my lids, watching my misadventures and debacles. Sadly they are all true these stories and verses, testaments of later unlatching Sparkle mind. Sparkle tongue. Lightning rod Lifeline done. Incense burnt Palms both read Futility that futures dead. Glitter gal Glam and glitz No more balls to reign Empress. Sequin memory sewn so tight Shine lesser please glimmer tonight. (Sequin Sequence) Still, with Sorrow: Those we love, respect admire are those we deeply most aspire to gift within our depth of thought those insights rich, imagined, wrought with every strand we can entwine to illustrate our thinking mind. Within our hearts, secure, enthroned sit firm those same we most offend and they, whose loss we could not bear, also are those we wound and tear Ideas fly half formed,with great intent South, swallow like, to our lament. All that I know, assert, contend is nothing writ can quite amend Well meant failures sadly sent Managing but inept offense to beloved souls that far transcend Such deeds, require great recompense. This insufficiency of truth accomplished naught but its inverse Now, mines the heart destined to be each day reformed mosaic ally while tackling this ragged mind long gone rogue, deaf dumb AND blind. Pity for Poets: Pity for poets sold four for a quarter Cant give it away, cant trade nor barter The sweet sunshine sisters we never will meet The grim midnight brothers groove on to our beat. when you feel lonely , theres only their night when you get shivers or quake fraught with fright Wretched our world shrieks from dark to grey Another tomorrow disguised as today. Slumber has yielded no empty embrace The Creeps hum and hiss, the slow commuter race Dis-harmonic resonance belching days grace Your eyes search horizons for any lost trace The shades and long lights of what may yet fall the cool the oppressive the thin blooded pall Chuckling low with their heels chilled in shadow The brothers knows daytimes just victory borrowed.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 03:49:39 +0000
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