"eskew" poems
eskew to the pews of life
Distorted thoughts of who is right
What is day & what is night.
How did these words come to write.
lost in a yet unknown transit,
timid to the facts, tender to the theory
blind to the faith. Brain bound weary.
Partially Un-chosen amongst two sides,
I'd rather believe facts over a thing potentially lies
here in lies the problem, how are we alive?
But vastly bigger, how will we survive?
declined lives of better living
withheld opportunity,we wither and we die -
try to stand, we're sat, we hurt and we cry
Will we die with lost pride & no dignity inside,
& Will we die uncertain of how life derived?
please excuse the blunt words scribed
I just wanna know how and why before life subsides.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 10:21 AM UTC
My body sat there rotting
Taking deep breaths while plotting
My escape from the tape
Trap. Map with the compass all eskew
Sits firmly on the ground you
Pass
me on your doorstep
I hand out bold hints
Peel off all the tint.
Deal, scoff, all the lint
Curls in between my toes.
Suddenly I rip
Off the top
Stop, drop, and roll
Soul on fire
I burn this box down.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC