"retreading" poems
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Where was the sun when I went chasing shadows
Hiding behind something else I did see
Lost in illusions of minds carved so narrow
Painting a darkness now following me
Whispering sorrow in words they did splatter
Saying “I’m sorry” again and again
Still standing back between walls made of plaster
Crumbling quick, hoping patches will mend
Always the same even while pleading difference
Dressed in a cloak of a smoke screen display
Smiles abound with a sneer freshly hidden
Pulled from the shelf of this worded display
Fooling the masses in moments retreading
Pieces of promises glued into place
Pointing a finger at mirrors now broken
Fragments ignored as it shows their own face
Why can’t we lead with the best of examples
Hold out our hand when we find one who cries
Where was the sun when I went chasing shadows
Shining its light on a new set of skies
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
No other task have I witnessed more arduous,
than crawling out of the filth of our souls.
Black stain of self destruction,
the cynical hatred of life clinging to each heartbeat like weeds on a home
once majestic,
but abandoned to ruin.
Such frustrated sadness in the hindered steps of a man retreading the same path,
searching for confidence which waits off the beaten trail.
You can teach the tools of self discovery,
but cannot force hands to wield
while they fumble over unnecessary burdens still being held.
The world does not corrupt us,
we corrupt ourselves.
We build the walls around us that become a sanctuary or a prison,
but no wall is strong enough to withstand the will of a determined man.
Find your courage and I'll do the same.
We can crawl away from the putrefied ruins and be reminded of who we once dreamed to be.
Destroy yourself and rebuild again and again until you are monumental once more.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
I don't think I'll be forgetting
any time soon at least
how you laugh and smile and joke around
and how cold you were to me
I think I'll be moping and languishing
beating myself up for retreading old ground
expecting new things to spring from a well untapped by me
I tried to stay on your good eye's side
so you could watch me watch you breathe
attempt to triangulate your essence
to duplicate your whims
to unify us
or at least to create an orbit that will
(conceivably)
carry us infinitesimally closer and closer
apart
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Retreading the same creative subjects
Rebedding headaches
Pedalo
Some discomfort
Clung all over
with a fungal dampness
And moored with a heavy sleep-like coat
Worthy of nothing
Nothing worthy of note
Pages
Consumed by rehearse
I've lost the thirst to broadcast
Cowardly in delay
Relaying what's past
..... a Recurrent distress
I stand sudden :
Done !
I derail the trolley-lot ...
Then I fit
In a mirthquake
I laugh like i am made of bellies
'The Bellycake', I'll call me.
With my serious anchorous state nulled
I approach fresh work with good humour
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC