#missteps
I've been searching all life long
Placing my bets
Amidst all my missteps
Listening to the same ol' song
Dancing on gass soaked briquettes
Risky as it gets
Find me between right and wrong
Racking up debts
And future regrets
My self hatred is strong
Setting precedents
With no true benefits
Only ever told I'm wrong
No corrective steps
Only more empty threats
Just wanted to belong
But that's too complex
Don't want to know what's next...
...out beyond the smouldering bridges and life threatening safety nets...
...my residence
©2024
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 6:38 PM UTC
maidens of error
missteps, mistakes, mishaps ...
milestones to wisdom
Mark Toney © 2022
Accepting responsibility and learning from your mistakes are milestones to wisdom.
Nov 12, 2022
Nov 12, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC
The Evil Spider sits and spins
His web of golden strings so thin
That the slightest tug tells him
Who wants to buy and sell him.
He also knows it is them instead
That he buys and sells, dead
Or alive, they are his fuel.
It is between him and them, a duel
And all they have to do is touch,
Be slow, not be looking and he
Senses he has an opportunity.
He wraps them in his weaving;
They have no chance of leaving
Without him ******* their souls.
And that is his only real goal.
His web is wide and strong
So passersby going along
Don’t know they are in his reach.
And before anyone can teach
A fatal lesson is quickly learned;
All their bridges to safety burned
And they are a number, a dot,
Yet another victim he has got
To total up to a win for him
That makes the future dim
For those who don’t know
How far he is willing to go
With his golden lines of death.
It only takes a breath.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
He was sitting on a fencepost
A mouth harp in his hand
He started making music
Like a ghostly rubber band.
He called me a stranger
And, I asked him how he knew.
He raised his head and stared
And seemed to look me through.
He said:
There is nothing down this highway
But heartbreak and a tale
Nobody will friend you here
There’s nothing good for sale
We are here with no way out
So move right on away
You only have your freedom
If you don’t let yourself stay.
Some people think it’s heaven
‘Cause they never had a chance
They never had a friend before
A storybook romance.
They made some stupid choices
Now there’s a piper to pay.
They’re deaf to rhyme or reason
No matter what you say.
Some believe they never had
The character to change,
That they were born without a dream
The hopeless and strange.
But we know lonely backroads
That never reach the bay.
We live in fogs of memory
Here in Futile Quay.
Where once we were children;
Now we never smile.
Our trip down this highway
Is a never-ending mile.
So go on back to comfort
To security and plans.
Stay too long in Futile Quay
You’re out of fortune’s hands.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC