Procrastination
Is some kind of action
Which needs no talent
Nor does it need passion
Procrastination
Time is always delayed
Meetings are always postponed
It gets nothing accomplished
Procrastination
The silent thief of time
Leaves no trace nor sign
In the end you'll fall behind

I enter this world
With fists curled
And eyebrows furled

During this life
I dodge the knife
Like a noble knight
Of a modern plight

The task from above
Orders ask for love
But push and shove
Cause awkward hugs

My wish is bliss
But fists are dished
And my only kiss
Is the one I missed

Time keeps dwindling
Like burning kindling
That’s life riddling

My bullet train
Skull of shame
Full of pain
Bullish brain
Bulls through lanes
With road rage
Until old age
Is my cold cage

A piercing dog whistle
Shoots like a thought missile
Through the bog thistle
Signaling my dismissal

Through the trees
I see the forest freeze
And the lifeless bees
Pile into a sea

I’m sincerely done
With their imperium
Tired of hearing them
Through my delirium

I crash and burn
Like an ashen bird
With no rebirth

I slip away
Into a grave
Where I’ll stay
Can’t press replay
On a lifetime delayed

It's 3 am and no sign of her flight
I have waited for countless hours.
If my love doesn't come tonight,
I'll be stuck here with these flowers.

I sat and waited in anticipation
Of caressing my beautiful package.
I could feel the mounting frustration.
Tonight,no lips,satin and cleavage.

Every minute,every second I waited,
My heartbeat played a very new note.
Like when music and poetry debated,
I felt love and symphony to my core.

Hours went by,no sign of the flight.
I squinted,tilted and let out some air
There wasn't a lone female in sight.
At home ,I found a lady with long hair.

IB-Poetry©
17/12/2018