After being in school For most of my life Since the age of 6-22 There was a structure A pattern that you obeyed After graduating college That pattern ended abruptly Causing confusion and anxiety Wondering what to do next Most find a job to pass the time Learning a new pattern to live by Some go back to school But it’s not quite the same There seems to be no pattern anymore No structure Just deadlines And endless stress building up Until you ***** under pressure Desperately finding your stride Once more but feeling lost Or excluded from the rest Unable to find your way back To the pattern that you need To obey
Your Humble coats of many colours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Look alive Poet from whence you started out To survey the unique position you’re in today Perhaps find your plate piled high with doubt A paragon of words abound use as you may Be not beset with vitriolic gremlins plagued Would rather stare into space or time t’say No God given playground, no anyone can play Rewarding Mothers of Invention thru the day. ~~ Your Regal coat of many colours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You are alive and to the Manor born The moment you discovered words n phrases To rhyme and rhythm your lot to thrive upon Your transport vehicle to a thousand places Embroidered each and every line you write Fear not a monument rides out mystic phases Identities hid behind a thousand poet faces Add colour to your verse by embellished traces ~~~ Your Royal coat of many colours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You are alive and to the Kingdom born The experience you hold with floral phrases To offer great critique an ego thrives upon Your golden carriage to a thousand places. Silver threads embroider ever line you write You are a magician now of all mystic phrases You know the secrets hid behind many faces Over polishes a crown worn off ...any traces . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. December 5th 2018.
I want to create silence with you to know your crevices and patterns your good intentions and bad habits please be patient with me I grew up learning to make a fortress out of my fears to find comfort in inconsistency I'm sorry if the way I built my walls ever makes it difficult to see and if you don't want to stay say it now because I'm starting to feel at home when you sit next to me I'm not sure of much but I'm sure of you
It's always a criminal time to fight/ To fizz away our furies and our fears in violent interactions within 'The Warrior Play'/ To unite in bouts/ Put personalities in liberty/ Releases to bring about the death reaction
Untangled in all this Is an eye/ a void/ It paces and turns forgetful and lost ; a powerless ghost and a witness to these mad spoilings and energy fits/ This pinball of the battlefield is catalyst ; The untouched spirit of the weapon-head/ a war chime and the thirst of all of us 'soldiers'