"serounded" poems
Declaration of illness
Feeding the korn
Seeking for hatred
Deny you were born
Consoling the madness
Refusing the love
Being a person
You know nothing of
Condemning the faithfull
Controling the truth
Dementing the sanity
Jump from a roof
Return from the happy
Consumed by the sad
Hiding the good
Libirating the bad
Serounded by darkness
Protesting the light
Retreting from goodness
Put up a fight
Surviving the rightiousness
Leading to just
Depriving the evil
From hate... I must.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
Oh sweet nectar of the morn, in simmering *** thy bitter savor born,
From depths of slumber I am drawn, to bold aromas, dark and rich.
Pulled up, outside of sleeps embrace, not quickly, at a gentle pace,
And brought along till fully woken, with that single word so sweetly spoken…
““Coffee…”
Awake, but in that pleasant daze, that warm, relaxing, dream like phase,
When bed is softer than a cloud, the house so quiet, it’s almost loud.
Pause for effect…
And then a knock on oaken door, a gentle rap, moments before,
The **** is turned, and with a whine, the door glides open, just in time!
For she has brought me coffee…
A sip is like a gentle kiss, the warmest, realist, sweetest bliss,
Spread through my soul, and lifts me higher, pulled up by some cosmic wire,
Far above the highest spire, past our stars tormented fire,
Far beyond basic desire, serounded by angelic quire, Strumming harp and plucking lyre!
Little excessive…
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 10:00 AM UTC