#pitfalls
compatriots, let your voices sing
like an unchecked choir
let words be the pitfalls
your opposition face
and in their fall from grace
at attempts to smear you
hold to each of them
those things that endear you
for a friend is but a stranger
that met you on a good day
with a bright disposition
and an enemy
is simply
someone you've not really met yet
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
If you believed in anything
would it be you
and me
If you believed in everything
what could or might not
be
If believing, made a wish
for love
eternally
Said and done, set in stone
a one way
philosophy
Would you, could you
justify the cost
things we just couldn't
see
Forever gone now
lost
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 11:55 PM UTC
this is not a game I enjoy playing
yet with every new month
I seem to get drafted in for one more round.
the team is familiar -
well, isn’t it always?
same faces, same bodies, same minds.
some months we swap places,
and friend becomes foe,
treading the same well-worn earth
we have all grown so accustomed to.
some months we draw crowds,
(who can resist? what colourful,
lively displays!)
some months we draw pity
(for who would watch the pitiful playtime
of university educated adults),
but one thing is guaranteed -
from the game is set in motion,
till the results are declared -
we will always,
always,
draw blood.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC