A Night At Harbour Tavern

A most fair and beautiful lady, in a tavern, they all bellowed

Louder and louder due to the drink they swallowed

Her hands so smooth and her skin pure white

As she tends the flowers I shall fight

With rose thorns those silk hands were gone

In the garden that lily white skin marred as sun shone

Great food and an amazing lay each other they elbowed

More and more rum followed

All her time learning the arts that is expected

Then beaten a fool as she should have comprehended

A good breed and an excellent womb was a brazen bark

Physically capable to hold our mark

Many children came all to be ignored

Girls a waste and boys to hold a sword

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Shelved

She had a nightmare

Now she questions my purity

Sitting me on a shelf like a trophy

Next questions when I shall date

And how soon will I mary

I warned her of this in my primary

The consiquesnese restrictions would carry

Worried about me creating life

Should be worried about me ending it

I know it is morbid

I would not go through with it

But damn it is tempting

Leaving this world to the monsters

It had a hand in creating

Shadowed Light

There it goes are you listening

A shadowed whisper

A near silent pleading

I shout for it to stop

I feel it shudder

Scared this time it will drop

It’s darkened pulses

Truly just misinterpreted light

Child like impulses

The effects of baddness are clear

The good soon out of sight

Eventually it’ll disappear

I hear it’s cries

I say they shall see

Knowing it is a lie

Because while they hear beats

I hear a voice less carefree

A heart drowning in defeats

Social Tattoo

Tattoos are permanent
Maybe they are a reminder or a memory
Beauty is within
Your worth is beneath the skin

So then I ask you
Who is your tattoo artist?
Who are you letting ink your inner self?
Do you even know what they are writing?

Tattoos are permanent
So are harsh words
So are memories
So are dark regrets

Are these people adding lipstick with laughter?
Or smearing mascara with tears
Are they make up artists of beauty?
Or are they creating a clown

It’s your friends
Your family
And the people you let in
They tattoo your soul

Comparatively

I kept thinking it was my face or my body

But she looks no more lovely

So there is only one other thing it could be

It must be my personality

Which is scary

But you say all they say spoke of you with negatively?

 

I always built you up

It no longer taunts me, the break up

But I’m messed up

Cause all I do now is give up

Every guy I see I sum up

I don’t know to whom I must live up

 

So what has me all stressed

Is you left me for the best

When putting that to the test

They seem worse than the rest

Who would of guessed

Surly then I must be everything there is to detest

 

I’ll just learn how to be happy as me

I realised without you I’m free

I’ll work till i have the key

I’ll be come what people thought I couldn’t be

I’ll show them what they still can’t see

Till then Ill smile graciously

You have to wait

Wait until you are 18. Then they will respect your ideas and invention.

Finish high school. Then your opinions are worth listening to .

Get a degree. Then they’ll pay attention.

Get some work experience. So you know what you are talking about and what is true.

 

These are the whispers of the ones who told us we can be and do anything.

Telling us what world changers we must be.

Silently showing us to wait until we are 33.

By then the problems are far beyond saving.

 

When did the definition of youth change to ignorance.

When will all ideas be seen as possible intelegence.

When will thoughts be heard before image is all they see.

When will ageism be a thing of history.

A wicked Saturday

Why do I sit here drink in my left and a pen in my right
Why is it only sad poems I seem to write
Is it cause I feel loss greater than love
Is it cause rejection is a well fit glove
There are 2 of me tonight
The loving and the careless fight
The facts are the facts this is true
The only thing that changes is the glasses you see them threw

Game of Hearts

Valentines day is coming up so here is something on the games we play in love

Game of hearts

It’s a game

Of cards

King queen jake

And a joker

Its a game

Of the arts

A wink and a twich

A triple bluff will make you think

Its a game

Of hearts

Double or nothing

Win and loose

It’s a game

Of chance

A slip of the hand

Or an ace of spades

In this game

You must think fast

Or end up last

This is the game of hearts

The pursuit

Waking up into this world

Left me with unanswered questions.

What was the purpose to my existence?

I could not be a coincidence.

Where was the meaning in this madness

they call life?

I knew there was more to me

Then the textbook’s explanation

Maybe it’s because I’m from the x-generation

I searched for this missing piece of the puzzle

The unknown element

I absorbed books of knowledge

But my hunger for the truth was still unsatisfied

Google offered me advice

But all this did not suffice

I then went to a man as old as time

He told me what I seek is inside

Wondering what he could mean I strove to succeed.

The greatest artist or the best dressed?

Did I just have to be better than the rest?

Perhaps first team or even the highest IQ?

But as for what was still missing,

I had no clue.

Then sitting on the edge of the world

I began to see what life could have in store

What I was looking for

was not  something that one can find

Excellence is how you live

One day at a time

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