"misgive" poems
It amazes me that it took until the last minute of my life-
once lived and defined by the sorrows and my strife,
While I stand below the gallows (at least not by a knife)-
To realize my merits and that my spirit, eroded by my pain,
Was yet still gleaming, and my heart beaming
Though i was about to die.
Yet i stand here above the rest of you, on a stool that i earned;
Below a fitted noose, looking down.
And i see the jealousy in your eyes because you know I've won.
All along, held inside me was the greatness i never felt
And the death i once pondered-the one i sought- was never dealt.
I've come to my ending
Guilty of being grim
Charged with ungratefulness
And convicted of having sinned
Though in the end all that matters,
Was that i fully lived
Though only for one last minute
Ive no more reason to misgive
As the wreath hangs about my neck
I look once more upon your face
I chuckle as i fall
And smile before i brace
Sincerely,
The Merry Hangedman
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
Go ahead and flip it
It doesn’t matter to me
I’ve lived on both sides
In calm waters and stormy seas
People call heads or tails
And watch their fate in the air
It could be right or wrong
It could be here or there
Give me both sides
Because that’s how I live
There’s no reason not to be real
I take as much as I give
People can’t make up their mind
The change how they think and look
They want the yin and the yang
It’s something they read in a book
I cross the tracks every day
With pride and without shame
No matter where I stand
I always feel the same
Give me both sides
Because that’s how I live
Do you think you can be real
If they show you how to forgive?
White and black living separate
One with hope the other desperate
A baby has to be taught to know its place
Why can’t we be human instead of just a race?
Give me both sides
Because that’s how I live
It’s time for us to be real
I wonder if you will forever misgive
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC