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Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
I used to live life like I was a freaking holiday
Now I'm being dragged down by knowing that I'm just another Working day
Working Day
Working Day
Just another working day

My eyes open in the morning and I see that is just me
Punching my time card
Punching my time card
Punching my time card

When the hell --where the hell
Was I
When I fell under the evil spell
An evil evil evil spell
When I sold my soul
And my body
My self-control..and didn't notice
How everything around me
Had just gotten so **** shoddy...
   ........ AND SO.....
...I really really really want to know
Where the hell did I go did I go
And I didn't ..I just didn't know
Didn't know didn't know
That I had been pushed down so **** low...so **** low ...so ****** low

So **** deep in this freakin rut
That I can find no way out
The paycheck never makes the cut
Just enough to pay a few bills and buy some more doubt

When  the vast horizon swallows up the Setting Sun
The Setting Sun
The Setting Sun

And normally that would be a Pleasant View
But I just noticed something...
... that I never knew never knew
Never never never never knew
That  Setting Sun and the horizon
To which it just went behind

Is really just the upper Edge of this ever deepening rut
That I have found myself in --and so once again
I have to wonder when I quit living like I was a freaking holiday
And how I became just another working day
Working Day
Working Day

So then... lower my horizons...
....or raise our **** pay.
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
Down that long slow slide
I could not halt
The progression
Born of pain regrets and obsession

Digging in with ****** splintered fingernails
And futile effort
Attempting to slow
By gripping the now
Ripping
Shredz of my fragile ego

Too Proud to scream
Even in this nightmare dream
So in this silence I form an alliance
Hollow promises and Gifts of hopelessness
Adorned with ribbons of scorn
Wrapped up with yesterday's newspaper
That's printed with tomorrow's headlines

As if dismissed
Today does not even exist
And I ..thought
Am I caught
Do I even exist ..as I
... continue the slide
Down into the waiting Abyss
Sliding down and ripping my ego to shreds
Will anyone miss....my memory if
In the moment that is
I don't even exist

Did I....Did I..did I

I could not quell the Manic Panic that grows
In the hollow slide going all wrong
Is that my impending never-ending fate

So that then...when...
Comes that moment of
Clarified acceptance as life
Seen through the murky haze
Of uncontrollable forces

As they become the window panes of revision
And the curtains open
To a  thought suddenly revealed
That what is sealed
Will be what was...

The Catalyst of pain
The gravity of the slide
The Ripping futility of effort
Ripping through the ego releasing true Pride

So to find my own reality my true existence
I push aside the ribbons of scorn Ignoring tomorrow's truth and yesterday's news
Finding my existence by opening the box and looking inside

And suddenly it was as if.....
..... I was born again.
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
Those appalling words
Just keep falling
Liquid lies ....seemingly
Without end ...emote

From that cavernous portal
Tumbling down...from
Heights imagined as.....

More grand than any mortal
EVER
Before or after
Will ever be equal to ...

This ostentatious ungracious... ......sacrilegious mutation

Sending out RSVP invitations
To the party to end all parties

A  last look to see whats trending
Then an all-out assault assigning fault
Before  defending the ending
As his legacy.....
....And his greatest creation

BANG
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
Sometimes it gets so crowded
That I don't know what to do
If I had somewhere else to go I'd be there instead ...

...of standing here

There are those times I wish
That I could simply disappear
But I don't know how or where
That could be ..because you see

It's always going to be crowded
Inside.......
         ........ my
                 ...........head !!
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
So dark the night
And vast the undulating Plains
That to a red eye Rider
The enormous Beast Ablaze with light
Was barely more then a lighter's flame
From 20 miles away and Eight Miles High
In the fluorescent algae Specht water
A party was all-consuming
As the music blasted splitting the silence
Like the appalling amount of lumens shoving back the moonless dark

And yet just beyond the limits of its reach
The ink stain air poised  to Rush into the vacuum left should power fail
Unlike the stately and patient depths
Of the ever patient flashing star like algae filled Sea
Poised not .... content to let be what will be
Collecting trophies was an old Hobby
No rush to interfere
With these ever-expanding beasts Huffing and puffing in laboring air

Unlike the terrafirma and it's  Horizon curve
Where elevation or  terrain
Condenses or expands the vision seen or imagined
That exists just beyond the rise

For virtually flat is the oceans surface
360 degree of a horizon never changing
That can be disconcerting to a newbies mind
Why the sailors of old believe the world to be flat
As a never changing Horizon completely flat and round
Surely means to drop off is always just up ahead

And in that mysterious vast and frightening Darkness
Not much change has a few centuries made
Except the modern vessel pushes the darkness further back
Yet a horizon never changing distance
Flat as a plates Edge
Conjures up illusions of
That drop off ....always up ahead

Aboard the celebrating bobber no one cared
Theirs  was a world of  laughter and Indulgence
And good times to be shared
Safe and secure are the elitists
Giddy with the power carried into marriage from a long Romance
No one picked to pay attention
Upon this lazy pleasure Victory Cruise
So it was it that fateful moment
As the ship rocked  none heard the sudden vicious crack

As any breach will with Insidious skill
Growing by the measure directed by circumstance
So it could be said that those up on Deck
And that at Waters Edge
Were deeply involved in their separate dance
Persistent in their Quest
With joyous abandon the elite who ride so high as to care not
About the underlings the disposables they mistreat
Those very ones they look down on
Until they find they actually need
For the overall success of all involved
But misused abused mistreated and spurned
Not giving the rightful reward of value earned
Unnoticed and unneeded until deemed Worthy
To do for them a manual and demeaning chore

So unnoticed were they in the dark of night
Easing a lifeboat into the dark black ink
Where the joy of song of that multitude aboard
Singing spirited songs as they floated away

Just as those revelers remained
unaware of the ever-evolving crack
That has set its sights on sinking the great ship
Into the arms of  fluorescent splattered black and undulating ink

Until in a sudden and devastating upheaval the crack becomes a ripping tear
And water flowing in ..becomes a devastating disaster
How quickly then the mechanics and generating Power Within
As it sputters then as if to wink to the very patient ink
Flashing light gives way to the impatient darkness no longer held back
And in a pain unknown to those now alone
With wild swings has to right and left it does undo
And at that moment the mass of  mortal coil and Metal is suddenly breached
So Begins the flounder as it sinks slowly into that Darkness below that closes in around her

And even as The Magnificent Lady Liberty goes down
The ones great ship of state lost in the Darkness of more than the night for too long
Even at this fateful moment of last regrets or sudden repentance

Those who were just the elite could be heard to plead
As many cried out for the servants and Expendables that they suddenly  did find they need
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
Old Man of the Mountain
Soldier of the cause
He sees the world through clear blue eyes
He knows all of our flaws
Old man can you tell me
What it is that we should do

We think we know the answers
It's the questions that I kind of doubt
When the leaders begin to whisper
It's time to get out and Shout

WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT ?

Old man what's the reason
That the seasons they turn so fast
And why is everybody walking backwards
With their eyes downcast...
... Are we near to the blast

Old man has the mountain
Got a little room to spare
Cuz if it does... It won't be long Till I'll be with you there

Cause

We're going nowhere...
... living down here

Up on the mountain the water runs so clear
And the sun brightens the Clear Blue Air
Never coming down - never coming down - off this mountain
You'll have to join us up here

Old man's full of stories
All  about the glories...
. ... Of yesterday
But when he's asked
What to do about tomorrow
He simply refuses to say

The only answer that he gives
Is reflected in the way he lives
Can't you see it his way?
Keith W Fletcher Feb 2017
I didn't believe in love at first sight
So I had to take another look
She was all my eyes could stand
And that look was all it took

She came across like a line from a song
The kind that makes you feel so good
I had to tell her just how I felt
If I didn't then I never would

You're the woman I've needed
You're the woman I need
You're the reason that I'm all alone
There's a child in me... That nobody can see
A part of me that never has grown

I didn't think I could ever be free
Of this feeling that I've known so long
Something inside that I've long denied
Kept telling me that something was wrong

Looking at you I can see that it's true
There's more to living than just life
I want you now and I want you forever
So baby won't you be my wife

You're the woman I've needed
You're the woman I need
You're the reason that I'm all alone
There's a child in me ... That nobody can see
A part of me that never has grown

I never believed in love at first sight
But baby you're a sight to see
You came along and something went wrong
To the strong silent side of me

I had to tell her just how I felt
If I didn't then I never would
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