The keyboard calls out after beer and gentle drugs give a nudge I have a plethora of burning thoughts but my fingers won’t budge. I want something sweet and comforting with a sweet tone But fear and anxiety have cut me deep to the bone. Its not writer’s block but a fear of tomorrows story I fear it may be very messy and gory. Who knows what bus will be the one or perhaps a grenade Or standing in the cold of a Santa Claus parade Don’t think too much it can cause many bad cuts It can drive the car of life into several deep ruts. Dance everyday though no music is playing thinking all day on what your soul keeps saying Dig up some words never heard in this life before The ones that will be remembered and cut you to the core Your legacy has the value of a suitcase and some ink Hoping what you’ve written down will cause just one to think.
Leaves of varied colours scatter as a promise of tomorrow, The winter winds may bring chills, ice and bitter sorrow. The scourge floats through our homes traveling on personal spit Seeking a new customer and a friendly place to sit. Masks and gloves cover faces and hide our sad expression But these thin disguises cannot eliminate our growing depression. We wait for an easy answer from a pile of helpless failed leaders Knowing full well they won’t succeed they are all just bottom feeders. We older souls just sit and wait with anticipated anxiety While politicians turn to money and cloak the choice in piety Kiss your treasured love ones and hold them very close They are our only hope for a love filled vaccine dose. We are the ones they will sacrifice at every single turn As the fire continues on in rage we are the ones to burn.
The company of: An intelligent friend will nourish your brain. A loyal friend will safe guard your heart. A motivated friend will charge your life with energy. A wise friend will show you the way. A kind friend will fill your soul with love. An optimistic friend will brighten your life with hope and inspiration. A moral friend will effect a purpose in your life. A humorous friend will bring laughter to your days. A spiritual friend will promote peace in your life.
Edited 2 My co-worker at Beaumont Taylor Hospital ' Karina Sherwin Bloom' had inspired me to write this poem.
Forever debating what I should say, How to survive and get through the day. This feeling, These voices, remain in my head, From the moment I wake until I return to bed. Erected a barrier so others won’t know, How embarrassing it is to let the pain show. Can’t change the past, It’s forever haunting. Does the future have to seem so daunting.
Have you ever had a song repeat? And turn you a certin way? For in passing I see Now that Mayer maybe When he said "Would you say what you need to say?"
Such is a necessity
Sometimes I don't know how to say it. Or simply how to ask. Because I put on such a truly confident mask all the time. But at the end of the day, Im just like you. Very much imperfect in all things. *nod*
I stumble when my tired feet attempt to walk, I stutter when my ancient tongue tries to talk. I count the years and fear strikes me cold I know now that I am afraid of being old. A wrinkle arrives most every single day No amount of treatment can make it go away. Rest does little to appease my constant fear I think about the other side and shed a quiet tear. Will I miss my loves, my dreams and such? Will I still long for someone’s warm loving touch? Age always works for wine and cheese But it is a tragic enemy of memories. Dreams become less important and almost dry No warmth or promise not even a gentle sigh. Tread lightly when you wake each morn Try to recall that special day the one when you were born.