Troubles,
Oh, I got troubles.
I double down
I clown a round
I got a lot
A lot of troubles
I dare myself
I hope for wealth
And still am here
With all my troubles
I read my books
I payed my bills
And think my mountains
Think them, hills
I had a friend
I had a few
I had so many
None like you
I gave them pass
I closed my doors
I gave them mine
But never yours
I hope one day
That we can meet
In a bar
In a street
You and I digress, discreet
You and I who met one day
Passing torches on our way
Times did change
Lives we lived
You moved on
And Still I hid
Though the distance
And the years
All the drownings of our tears
And the oughts
The things we did
Things of nought
The things we hid
Small the world
Made of trouble
Made
of waiting
Made
to rubble.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Late in the day a man all alone
Surrounded by gray and somber in tone
Shuffled with effort
For tired his sort
Inquiry
he made
Of a can of import
And crooked a gaze
From a clerk in a daze
When this his request
Was cheaply
Appraised
For his head did it bow
For
Her head
side to side
For his smallest request
Was quickly denied
And there did I stand
And shared his dismay
While all around
Spoke
the news of the day
The coupons
The deals
The
The 5 minute meals
The
Lottery folk
While
Clicking there heals
So beyond ,in disbelief
For he would not this day
Find what had brought him
all of this way
So, empty his cart
So poor is this man
With broken of heart
Without the right can
For gluttons all us
With
Sales at a scoop
While one man
Would be fine
With
Celery soup.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Break of day with eyes beyond the bluff.
Break of day, enter, into sheer presence.
Into, at of ,
what falls from above
Sons of light
Grip the failing star
With remaining strength
That parallels it's fall.
Forever it's penitence
To look down and shield us from the dark
And float above alone.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
In shallow slumber
Full in fight
Through the
Yearning
Through the night
A man apart
Of will and start
Reveals his open
Empty heart
He revels in the thoughts
That last
And never feeds
The famished past
For
Going
Home
Is this
his cross
to bear
And wear
Of earth
And air
So give to him
The proof of life
The going
Home
and worthy fight
worth
The owning
Of his plight
Upon
The heavens
And
The plains
Upon the sacred
Faceless names
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
It's to **** early and I wanna go back to sleep
I hide myself from everything, early in the morning.the debating of my day to come. When all the world proves black and glib.
I hide
Moments in the morning, when the streaks of light fight though shades cast low. I war with time.
These moments mine.
Uncorrupted early moments
the thought of uninitiated meditation
Best that can be done
With the media to come
I refuse to be diluted.
I dismiss the deluded
Dare you intrude
Glass boxes.
So smart
Just phones
Bank loans
Bad backs
Five k
Starbucks
eBay
That in a minute
And the sun is still fighting
The room has no lighting
The belt is now tightening
The shoes are now laced
The heart is now raced
And the coffee tastes like ****
Now ,
Empty you
Now ,
be something new
The streets are all packed
And again your alone
Would it be better then
To have never have left
The thoughts are still there
And stands, at this moment a million of you.
All on the move
Dismissive Batista's
Cold savage bosses
All the moments losses
The darkness could not follow
Or hold the fools at bay.
And mirrors of you do they appear
The corners cut at expense of sustainability.
Of ability
Of acceptance
And the systems down
But Susan's wearing that dress
My hair is a mess
This moments just right
My collars too tight
She doesn't care
And she walks away
And I try not to stare
And my coworker laughs
And the moments just good
Cause were back in the zone
It's half and half past 1
Guzzle the coffee and run
In a couple good minutes
Which shatters the dull
The dull and the ache
The ten minute lunch
is more catch up than much
Agent of time
Numbers to crunch
Meandering Mandarin melancholy dream
go to bed and be unseen
Anger
Awake
Awake and I shake
And the phone is aglow
For this
6 o clock rake
Round and round.
With ends meat to make
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
pools
echoes of liquid
the dark escapes me
i drown in time
water of a diferent cord
fluid of a differrent hue
and the dark release
tremble at the face of me
tremble now me
liquid mirror
faceless he
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
inferno of thought
And fiery mind
pains of soul
peace to find
Uphill the fight
Long is the night
A pressure that's measured
With Litres of spite
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
Woke to see myself
Looked and found no one
Closed my eyes and saw eternity
Opened my mouth and said nothing
Shut it and heard my thoughts
Fumbled for words
bit my lip
And bleed for nought
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
I sit in the silence of my room
And stare at the stucco walls,
From morning glare to the evening gloom
The coming despair appals,
For I know that it’s sneaking up on me
That memory of your face,
So cold and still in the evening chill
And pale, once you’d run your race.
You always gave me a joyful wave
And said you’d be there for me,
But what you gave from a shallow grave
Was only more misery.
You couldn’t reach out to hold my hand
As you did in the days before,
When once a kiss was the source of bliss
But of kissing, there was no more.
Your skin was an alabaster white
Once your blood had ceased to flow,
Where was the warmth when I held you tight
On those nights, so long ago?
And where the spark that shone at your eyes
From the recess of your soul?
It leaves the eyes when a lover dies
And the touch of the skin is cold.
But now you form on the stucco wall
And wave, like you waved to me,
Before you ran from the narrow hall
And out by the willow tree,
A car came leaping into the room
As it did, and it knocked you down,
It’s then I cradled you in my arms
Like a man who’s about to drown.
I see these visions, day after day
When I stare too long at the wall,
I cry and weep, and I get no sleep
When I dream of your funeral,
I reach right into the plaster where
I think I can touch your face,
But only can feel the stone cold wall
Of another time and place.
David Lewis Paget
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC