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Drifton A Way Mar 28
Lying in the dark, trapped inside an imprisoned mind

Vying for a spark, a whole new light of a different kind

The painted air looms, a dusty cloud of putrid shared despair leaves us blind

A tainted glare glooms, a toxic proud gas
that just doesn’t care about a rare find

Tons of ***** in a ***, an epidemic of a tired, rotten town

Dire schemes are sought, to Truman’s show we are bound

Genetic labs thicken the plot, designed to keep us all down

But seedling dreams of thought, alas flutter to the ground

So I ****** the seed, and bury my fist deep within the ready soil
The sun shall feed and I’ll nurture any need, this idea won’t spoil
Tirelessly until I bleed, I won’t sleep, the truth lies within the toil
My fateful flower freed, from the weeds, too futile to ever foil

Oh Lord please let this seedling sprout and  forever grow
Grant me the opportunity to be devout in love and show
My Poured tears supplanting drought, with the joys I’ll know
Plant my queen without a shadow of a doubt, from below

Exhausted I leapt into the shade, end of day, no more debts to pay
I kneeled and wept, began to fade, and in a daze started to pray
The moon crept in as the sun strayed away to once again obey
And there I slept, all night I stayed, until I woke to skies so gray

A storm was brewing, but I knew exactly why
I had an immaculate dream, that made heaven cry
And as I lay in the mud, lightning lit up the sky
And I saw the purest beauty to ever grace an eye

The most angelic being, from the hopeful seed I had planted
The all knowing, all seeing, dope fill of everything enchanted
Inseparable yet somehow freeing, a slippery ***** so slanted
Debate about disagreeing, nope, I’ll never take her for granted

She is the antithesis of loneliness
Sheer absolute bliss when we kiss
A metamorphosis with a love like this
As I reminisce searching among the abyss

She lights me up like glow worms in a cave
I feel funny for a while, like a perfect wave
A hobbit’s drunken smile, ring fueled slave
Perfect waterfall hike, so much life to crave

I’ve wandered through the dense fog alone
Stuck in a constant, stagnant roaming zone    
To find the cure for restless soul syndrome
Is no matter where we go I’m always home
Strangely numb, hollow and gray inside
Deaf and dumb, just along for the ride
Waves succumb to a ghostly ebbing tide
Very last crumb, the day inspiration died

But hunger shall survive
Energy never truly dies
Rented bodies living lies
As Nebulae comes alive

Supernova through a portal, born again
Saw Jehova, merely mortal, bargain bin
Deja preview, a movie I swear I’ve seen
Same new you, wondering how you been

Well it felt like eternity in a few seconds
I’d “say” more than words, pure essence
An Absolute still particle of blinding light
Soundly Sleepwalking in the dark of night
Saw my homie Ostasis the other day, so even keeled and always keeps it real.
Drifton A Way Feb 25
Alphabetically speaking
Biologically we're seeking
Communication in some way
Dying Dictation signs of decay
Extraordinary sprouted seeds
Fragmented within the weeds
Germinating wants and needs
Hibernating the ***** deeds
Irrigate the dire desert thirst
Jubilate, the levee finally burst
Keeping faith, knowing no bounds
Leaping wraith, hallowed grounds
Merely thankful for each breath
Nearly drank myself to death
Obtain the keys, unlock the soul
Pain and pleasure to fill the hole
Quietude to soothe your mind
Renewed mood the sacred kind
Striving for answers, yearning for more
Thriving in distractions, avoiding a cure
Untie the line, and cut the lure
Vie and opine the truly pure
Wardrobes a bore, plain gray's just not for me
Xenophobes galore in this brand new galaxy
Yin to the yang, balance they say is key
Zen with a bang, the universe is set free
Drifton A Way Feb 17
Fortune came a little late, but will it still favor the brave or the bold?
Too soon to claim it's fate, must not waver, stave off the urge to fold
A boon to be, fortune ate, a last meal to savor, just a slave to the gold
Full moon, worth the wait, the perfect flavor, fresh grave for the old

Waiting pensively for the doors of perception to crack open the realm
Baiting extensively, fore the chores of deception tend to underwhelm
Sense the false security, then grab a knife to slice the heavy tension
Rinse within the purity, waterfalls of life, the price of time's pension

Confiding in the powers that be, evolving to become pro creations
Sliding through the showers, and resolving all the lost translations
Clamoring community and connection, chasing dreams of affection
Stammering an opportunity for objection, facing streams of reflection

The Siren's sounds softly satiate the souls of mortals to keep them full
Hallowed grounds shall await, as we search for portals to a final goal
idk you figure it out.
Drifton A Way Oct 2024
My weary mind wanders like a slick slime Mold
The bleary grind ponders how time got so Old
An eternal bind planning for the future, so Bold
As HuMankind is panning the universe for Gold

So I sit here and stare at the ceiling fan above
Wondering if the action means pushing Shove
Conundrums in thee heart as tight as a Glove
Hypertensive fluttering but all you need is Love

And Round and round we Go
And Deja Vu again you Know
Be a fun guy time for the Show
My ceiling fan persists to Blow

I’m Microdosing lots of life
Hide the kids and the wife
Father time’s sharp knife
Confide in god zero strife

There’s got to be more, as a fact of matter
As a universal spore still persists to scatter
Panspermia comet brought the *******
As My ceiling fan spins, my pupils grow fatter

Where’d it all begin?
And How the hell are we alive?
Apple snakeskin sin?
A Bad screenplay to contrive

So many sacred lessons to be learned
Before the final court is to be adjourned

But Don’t worry the witness hasn’t Sung
The Corrupt Jury will remain forever Hung
Mystical Manna for your mind Carl Jung?
Or just a bunch of Beetle’s chasing Dung?

Either way it’s a long strange trip
And I know you don’t really drink
But maybe just take one little sip
My ceiling fan will make you think
I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♂️ and I kinda like it that way.
Drifton A Way Oct 2024
Longing for another memory
Clouded vision, hard to See
Wormhole to the future Me
Past and present reciproCity

I'm just happy to be here
Now.. everything is clear
Another fast moving year
Spinning vast blue sphere

I'm a greedy *******
Just a needy half dim wit
A little scared to commit
And just too lazy to quit

But I do know what luck is
And if God has a pop quiz

My answers would be...

Thank you for the free will
I appreciate that cold chill
A Roller coaster drop thrill
A cherished moment so still

Feeling Encapsulated and basking in the infinite Grattitude
Frozen and Elated in fractured time with my eyes so Glued
Forever Fated to the captured loop a premonition deja Vued
Finally Satiated and the solace soothes my soul perfect Food
We We, last meal? Deep dish Detroit style pizza if you ask me with a side of hot fried chicken and cajun pasta and Japanese hibachi teppanyaki choppy filet mignon and salmon with fried rice and all the sauces and chocolate soufflé to boot with a creme brûlée and a fully dressed white chocolate raspberry cheesecake tuxedo suit.
Drifton A Way Apr 2024
Can’t sleep as usual, mind full of racing thoughts
Scattered and unusable, but I must connect dots
Dreams are delusional, paralyzed stomach knots
Life is quite amusable, eternal electric Alan Watts

Searching for meaning in this forever fleeting
Deceiving the future and constantly competing
Passed last stop for gas running late for meeting
Presently stuck in a moment and it’s so defeating

So what do you do?

Well… I change my tone to match the question and try and avoid the slightest detection of my macro case of dereliction by trying to fit into this new unnatural selection.  How about you?

Oh me…. I’m an administrative associate’s assistant advisor to the senor executive director of advanced growth and analytics but….

In my free time I also dabble as a life coach consultant and a freelance enthusiast, who doubles as a self loathing soothsayer who’s also exultant towards psychic’s and any genie’s wish and I pose as a ******.. analyst just to credibly prognosticate the general gist of horror scopes…I know it all sounds pretty… prophetic, but I always act humble and keep it 100 % copacetic

So if you’re making a list, wondering where all your time went, or just one of my many haters

Go ahead and get ******… later, because I’m also the president of the meetup group for ……Procrastinators.
Whenever works for you, just let me know so we can reschedule.
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