#suggestiveness
Anarchy disturbs the freaks
Who am I to wear these clothes and tell you of dishonour
A man whose fought so many fights that night and day can wait until tomorrow
Colours seep inside my head and make pictures of Autumn when muddy fields run water
To take a mans maiden fair of hair is a brother who makes a martyr
To run with wolves instead is part of manhood but watch here comes the farmer
Two barrells I look down now but always stay one step ahead and keep it safe to barter
The casualties of war are all around with bars upon and society has rats to catch yah
I live a life that's had it's deaths and friends along the way boy and so I say to you wear your colours to your chest and tomorrow is ever after.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
when our mind is full of great ideas
we want to write them down
yet there are times when we discover
that there is no connection from our brain
to all the instruments we use
to transcribe our flighty thoughts
to give them shape on paper, screen, or in the sand
sometimes it helps to pause a bit and reconsider
what we do really want to say
focus and concentrate
articulate precisely yet suggestively
our indomitable urge to formulate
the turmoil of emotions we may harbor
our wild ideas of revolution
the overbearing pain of loss and separation
grey landscapes of depression
attractions of dramatic suicide
also the joy and pleasures of deep love
of unexpected friendships found
where even angels fear to tread
the happiness of our children
the love we recognize
often too late
our parents have bestowed on us
et cetera et cetera
the catalogue of our themes
expands through our lives
so do the challenges
of how to tell the tale
it helps to aim for clarity
we have to let our instruments of writing know
which of our turbulently swirling thoughts
should earn the privilege
to become words
and be communicated
to people who
before they read our verse
have no idea at all
that we exist
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC