chances

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Poem, Spot poetry, thoughts

You’ve got chances
Ain’t nobody watching u do the little dances
You gonna sign the dotted line
And bring out the red wine

Shout out to all the boys and girls
you fought with
Befriended you and all the ones you got with
Doubled down on lucky things you bought with
And all the friends you taught with

You’ve got a hundred days to go now
Before the lights are gonna blow now
Make it count, make it round make it, make it snow now
Make it like the best ever show now

Jump on the wagon, drive on the sidewalk
Sing all the songs , hear all the people talk
You’ve got chances, don’t you be trying to blow them
Use them, now’s your chance to show them…

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Everybody lies…

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Poem, thoughts

Everybody lies, inside
Making sure we rise
Up into the air, we fly
And everybody lies, alright?

Not everybody feels the way
The way you, only you want, them to be
And everybody lies, you see
Say what you want them to say

They don’t have choice or a chance
They don’t really wanna do this dance
They edge away from you, asleep tight
Dreamin of your lies tonight

And everybody cries, alone
Cos everybody knows, like I do
That they’re also lied to
Still, everybody lies, inside, like I do…

I never thought I would

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life, Poems, thoughts

I never thought I would
Run through the day like this
Time, when it has no meaning
What can I say? Gee whiz!

I never thought I’d begin
And end the day aloof
But seventeen hours of sloth, sin!!
Here I am, on the bed, poof!

Ambitions burnt, muscles drooping
Weak as a paper Mobius strip, looping
I turn on myself, my mind entropies
Though like an eagle, it’s soaring, swooping

I never thought I’d remain
A shell, a mere shell, of my capabilities
Killed me, did what? My responsibilities
Or so I say to myself, again n again

I never thought I’d argue
With myself, and lose spectacularly
That moral fibre inside me is new
I never thought I’d never get to see the old me

And that makes me sad, that makes me weep
That hurts my feelings, buried so deep
Compartmentalize, I do, I know I should not
I never thought that my feelings’d be all I got …

Nothing makes sense

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Craziness, Lockdown, Poem, thoughts

The heavens hold no mystery
The pages teach no history
And nothing makes sense any more

Cos we don’t even talk, we just ignore
And all we do is growl and gnash
And rage and boil and grab and smash

Cos we’re all broken, right down to the core
And live, like zombies, flashing lights
And getting into crazy stupid little fights

Cos there ain’t nothing left like before
This madness, spreading, like a disease
And nothing makes sense any more

Ain’t nobody walking down the streets
Ain’t nobody whistling a tune, nor beats
And we’re all decked up, but fish ashore

Gasping for breath, dying of death
The heavens ain’t giving no more mercy
And the thunder’s rolling in, it’s starting to pour

The heathen and devout, the unclean, the high-browed
Decaying, alone, on the side of the road
And nothing makes sense any more…
And nothing makes sense any more…

Sit in front of a mirror

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Mirror, Poem, story, thoughts

Sit in front of a mirror
Write about every wrinkle on your face
Write about all the pain, the terror
Write about your blessings, the Lord’s grace

Paint a picture of your life
Moments etched in colour
Balanced on the edge of a knife
Moments, that could have been duller

Sit, and ruminate, think aloud
What horrors you faced, yet here
You are, alive and ticking, proud
Sit and vanquish all your fear

The words will come, like tomorrow’s sunrise
They’ll flow unbidden like a river
Like a teardrop at the edge of your eyes
Sit, and make time quiver…

Sit, until the story’s finished, done
The art, it blooms all on its own
It blinds everyone it meets, like the sun
Then walk away, happy, alone…

why do we do these things?

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Instant, Poem, thoughts, Why

Why do we cling,
To hope and fear alike
Why do we keep waiting,
For one or the other to strike?

Why can’t we ever be
Free from our mortality?
From worries, from blight
Free from this sordid plight

Why do we want, something new
To pacify our morbid souls
Why aren’t we ever happy
With our assigned roles?

In this chaos, this order,
We look for boundaries, a border
And then we’re happy, boxed in
This purgatory, this bubble of sin

Becomes our wonderful pathway
And we gambol about
Until, until one fatal day
We hear that bloody shout

Death’s here, O Death’s here
To take away your dreams
And then we surrender, with a tear
To Time’s unbidden streams…

Dreams Of Escaping

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Dreams, Escaping, Poems, thoughts, wishes

Do you dream of escaping
Running away, living anew
No future worries, suffering
Away from everything you ever knew

Do your dreams flow, like a river
Clear, and pristine blue
And on a boat, you sit and laze
Do such dreams make you shiver?

Do random photos of cabins in a wood
Make you want to go and stay?
Do beaches and shacks and unlimited food
Make you want to run away?

A hundred men and women to serve you
Your every wish and dream
And mansions made of marble hue
And happiness, such that you scream

But dawn awaits, and the picture’s grey
Awake, your eyes they will once again betray
Your longing, your desire, your wish to fly
And there ain’t nothing else to do but cry

Listen

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Heart, life, Poem, thoughts

Sometimes if you listen, listen hard
You can hear your heart crying
And like words on a Hallmark card
They’re useless, yet you keep lying

To yourself, to others,
To the mirror on the wall
The sobs, they get louder
And yet you don’t heed the call

Sometimes, there are words
Scratched in blood, inside
And like little caged birds
They wanna fly outside

Sometimes if you listen,
A story they can tell
Your heart, it’s not just a muscle
But you treat it like a shell

A knickknack, a souvenir,
pumping all the day
A box to hold memories,
But it cannot have its way

Sometimes if you listen,
you can hear your heart say
I wanna fill you up with love
But this blood comes in the way

Little things

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Poem, The little things, thoughts

What is it around you,
That makes you smile a little
That makes you not feel blue
That makes you strong, not brittle
It might be a little cushion, red, all agog
Or a little statue of a big smiling dog
It might be a painting, that you made, one day
Or a table or a shelf, where you hide things away
What is it around you, what little thing
That make you happy and content
While running this race, and suffering
That bring back memories, like a scent
Hold it hard, hold it near
Reminisce, repent but do not fear
For this is life, ’twas always so
A little smile, a long way to go…

A morning’s cacophony…

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Birds, mind, Music, Poems, Poetry, thoughts

The morn’s rays, so bright its blaze
Come calling, shrill, at the window sill
And I listen to the words, of them beautiful birds
As I mash my eyes, willing myself to rise

The crow, he caws, like kitten’s paws
Razor sharp in play, yet cute in its own way
The sparrows, they twitter, and butterflies flutter
And the dewdrops glisten, as I just listen

To the morning, its chorus, a beautiful song
And I wish I could listen to it all day long
But the hours burn on, and temperatures rise
And mankind goes on, like the sun in the skies…