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  Sep 2019 Ooolywoo
Bijan Rabiee
Of one essence in creation's mold
Our souls are organs
Of a cosmic whale
Swimming the ocean of Time
In search of destiny divine.

When an appendage
Is suffering in pain
Others must apprehensive remain
If some members show no pity
For another's afflictions
The appellation of Human
They can not retain.
  Sep 2019 Ooolywoo
South by Southwest
The glass slide runs up the neck
The whiskey slides down
There is something burning inside
it's my whiskey brown frown

The lights are low
The smoke so thick
I see blues in the sounds
you stroke
with your finger tips

Laughter out there
Someone sitting on every chair
She put a spell on you
into space you now stare

The whiskey soaks in
So does the color to ears
Looking at life through the empty glass of your fears

The bar closes soon
It's getting so late
I've been drinking so much
I drank myself straight

The colors have changed
from blue/black of the night
The rooster crows
I see the beginnings of the red/yellow light

So if I go home
I'm never coming back
She gave no reason as to what it was that I lacked
Ooolywoo Sep 2019
I took a step forward to taste the waters
I dive deep in my destiny only to find a never ending storm
Fury waters and rogue waves vast with despair
My thoughts and dreams written on the swell disappearing as soon as they appear

My life is dark as midnight on the waters
And lightning revealing only nightmares
Bitter are the tears falling down my cheeks
And the rain can’t wash

I am trapped in my low self esteem
Hands tied I let my weakness helplessly take me under
How do I get out?
How do I take back control?

The fiery winds I hear passing create swells of my misery
The distant sky above me roaring near my ear
A disguise to my cry for help
I wonder if there will be a moment where everything will be aligned

A moment where you float in calm waters
As the sun’s dipping below the horizon
A moment where you picture painted skies of crimsons blended with tangerines and saffrons
The crisp circle casting its colors on a quivering path across the waters
And you get the promise of new dreams after the velvety night

I am in troubled waters and I am weaken by the strong tides underneath pulling me in on a pathless deep
The enormous waves taking me under as soon as I pull my head out
When does it end?
I am trying to find a meaning to this life I’m living.
Je ne vois pas encore le bout du tunnel.
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