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Keith Thompson May 2019
Sometimes in the yawning night,
I hear her voice call out to me,
clutch my sheets and blankets tight
yet drift away in memories
She's followed me throughout my life
I call her Mistress Melancholy

Sometimes, seems like years ago
when lilac and the jasmine played
The tides of love, they ebbed and flowed
Yet Mistress Melancholy stayed
(Just what went wrong,  I still don't know),
But days pass as her perfume fades

Sometimes wonder where it is-
Exactly that I'm supposed to be
But know for sure,  I won't be far
away from Mistress Melancholy
Keith Thompson May 2019
I think about the cherubs
and the seraphs I knew yesterday
Whose pinions once were snowy white,
are mottled now,  with cynic' s grey

In youth,  I heard a sage proclaim
"The truth will set you free"
But misperception binds the senses
Ever so efficiently

My back is in the shadows while
I'm facing towards the morning sun
Wish I could replace those squandered
days, and leave mistakes undone

As fruitless as a ripened moon
that hides within a cloudy sky
As gaunt as crows bereft of food,
that turn their beaks to pluck out eyes

While I was sitting all alone,
a fool once said to me,
Careful what you seek,  for truth's
not always what you want to see

My face is in the shadows now,
while back is to the morning light
I contemplate rescinded vows
as angels plummet into night

I think about the cherubs and
the seraphs I knew long ago
Whose withered wings are raven-hued
but used to gleam like fallen snow
Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Autumn blows with hints of winter,
Mood descends to match the weather
Sorry I couldn't help you,  and I
Still ain't got my **** together

Spark a stick of nicotine,
And sink into my self-reflecting
Got a whole lot more to say,
And I know it's not what your expecting

Humor wanes,  like crescent moon,
My memory tumbles back to June,
I think of all those promises
That never would be kept

Take 3 deep breaths to clear my mind
Of all the loss I've left behind,
And now I think about it,
Somehow strangely I have never wept
(Yet still I brood on all those
melancholy nights I never slept)

Seems like every time I find
The will to let down my defenses,
Honestly flies out my mouth
Despite my gilded best intentions

Much too late for me to take
Emotions back, and lock them down
I'll flash a wicked rictus grin
Like Pennywise the evil clown

Excavate my rusty hatchet,
Time to chop down olive branches
Tough to slay a dragon for you
Armed with only broken lances

Suffer awful habits as I
Lounge on decomposing laurels
Find myself in crosshairs of
Outrageous Fortune's emptied quarrels

Flick another cancer stick,
Continue with my self-reflection
Yeah, I've still got more to say,
And you might tell from my inflection

Hits a little close to home,
Whose walls are white and stark and bare
I'll whisper to a flirty femme
Who winks at me and twirls her hair

So now I sit and shift my hips
To grind on the lust of another woman
How many months must pass before
I see I was worked up all for nothin'

Lift my eyes from off her thighs
And look into her smiling face
I think I might maintain if I can
Keep the pain in another place
Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Remember when you asked
if I would write another song?
Bet you didn't think I'd wait
til the minute you were gone

Sometimes hate the wisdom
in the lessons that we learn
I may not have a pretty voice
but I will still be heard

Should have listened closer
To the whispers in the wind
Welcomed to another place
and the healing now begins

I've heard that there are reasons
for the things that must occur
Waiting on the wheel to spin,
to win, 'cause it's my turn

But timing's almost everything
and Karma is a *****
I marvel at your ease with love-
you've but to flip that switch

I'll spark a light,  and fill my lungs,
to purge you from my head
The dust had barely settled
when you found another bed

So mask your true intentions
with an altruistic face,
But you ain't foolin' me by sayin'
"I'll give you some space"

The summer of our discontent
had such a hopeful start
Hope he makes you happy,  
then I hope he breaks your heart

If you ever feel that emptiness
from things you failed to keep,
Well baby,  that's on you,
'cause I ain't losing no more sleep

Remember when you asked if I would
write a song for you?
Careful what you wish,  for someday
it just may come true

Maybe on some far off day,
I'll find where I belong
But meantime, let me offer thanks
for helping me write this song

'Cause timing's almost everything
And karma is a *****
Careful what you ask, for someday
you may get your wish
trust me,  this is better with the music
Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Isn't it funny how
so little effort
can have
such
tremendous
impact
Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Meet me in Paris,  
at midnight,  in June
We'll laugh at the stars
and we'll dance on the moon

We'll drink in cafés,
and we'll hide from the day
I'll be there, a vision, 
waiting for you

Bliss amid chaos,
the eye of the storm
Touch me like lightning
I've felt this before

We'll cling in the dark,
in a shower of sparks
and kiss with the whisper
of promises sworn

Float down the river
Forget Me Not,
as it tickles The Land
of What If

We'll lie on our backs,
and reflect on the past,
and dream of the life
that we tragically missed

I often remember
that pivotal day,
in that terminal second,
when everything changed

Our choices diverged,
and emotions submerged,
but the love that was hidden
always remained

Surge down the river
Forget Me Not
as it's flooding The Land
of What If

We'll dream of the past
that was stolen too fast,
remember the very first
time that we kissed?

Meet me in Paris,
at midnight in June,
we'll shine like the stars,
and we'll glow like the moon

Where everything seems
like we're chasing our dreams,
I'll be there, I promise,
waiting for you

Meet me in Paris, at midnight, in June
Keith Thompson Apr 2019
Throw some scraps to patchy strays
For every dog will have his day
Bite the hand that scratches ears
Tickles tummy,  dabs at tears
Pats a ****,  receives a nip
I never rubbed your nose in ****
Lift a leg for all to see
The edges of your territory
Whimper as we scratch our itches
Even males can act like *******
Ears lay back as hackles rise
Wither under angry eyes
Throaty growl with curling lip
Saliva on incisor tip
Mangy curs will cry and whine
Till you get yours and I get mine
Mongrels simper, yap, and bray
And every dog will have his day
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