"moarning" poems
**Yes,the same old
The same old,
the same way enthralled,
By a clear mess,
Yes indeed I was enslaved
By a power that did not rest,
But burnt and burnt
Until the quest
was finished and foregone,
Until I bewitched
and captured the maiden,
The maiden in the black dress,
With fiery eyes
And lips succulent,
With deep thoughts
And desires immense,
Who walked like a swan
But inside was a snake,
Who was the reason of my meanness,
The only one who could free me now,
with hands of the devil
I seeked for her now,
I searched and looked
Like a hungry soul,
Hungry for freedom
Freedom to use my body once again,
A deal with demon,
oh! Why did I make?
Regret and despair still on my way,
Depressed spirits going round again,
let the powers start,
Start their journey,
To hit me with strange endevours,
let the spells start the controlling,
let me be free after all the moarning...**
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
Good moarning this is a new day want you say hey
The sun shing though your windows of pride
I never been with a good guy
The sunshine is beaming though the windows and glass and why you bearth smell like ***
I saw your eyes in the sun but why did you say you were holding gun
The sunlight is with a with you though your body but dont forget dont touch nobody
You can be cold and hot stay on that spot you will remain can you maintian
Everybody saying something with the words of you i will be known and come ture.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
I go to bed anxious,
What is there to do?
What will tomorrow do to you?
I close my eyes,
I wake up afraid…
My god,
The bed is not even made,
And I have just gone thru so much,
Laying here wondering “what”
How can I ever fathom “why”?
I can’t even open my eyes,
I am sure,
I will become unglued,
If I can’t stay next to you,
But money is evil,
And we love sin,
Monday,
So… the week begins
©B L Costello 2017
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC