"meshe" poems
when i was just a baby lying in my cotone thing i remembered and ive not forgotthat was **** lullaby that she sang to meshe sang it very softly. as gently as can beher voice it was so lovely gentle and sincerei could hear her singing softly in my earthen she would rock my cradle rock it too and frotill my eyes were closing then off to sleep i gonow i have grown up i get teardrop in my eye every time i think of mamas lullaby
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 8:02 AM UTC
How much time spent alone
Quite unknown
But a lot
I’d be willing to wager
The parts of my soul
Not quite yet
Left to rot
In forgotten ideals
As the steel bleeds the page
And lays claim to my pain’s
Indomitable rage
Manifesting the best of me
Deposing destiny
Toppling tyrants
In silent soliloquy
No more emotion, I’ve spoken
Too much of it
Wasted it
Tasted it
From her lips dripping
In her clutches gripping
My paper meshe
Heart of art as it’s ripping
And slipping through cracks
To an undertow woe
And without her I aimlessly go
With the flow
Never slowing my pace
Until all of you know
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC