Devil Juice
Sipping and hallucinating on this devils juice, as verses are caught in a noose,
dangling back and forth like thoughts on humanities sins, in ones core and
soul they are, therefore I scream, i dream and nothing ever seems the same, yet here,
and yet i... seek fame and the bosoms of a sweet dame as lame as it sounds its the truth
but the truth is never easy to grasp, it flows through ones hand like a stream.
Im not keen on being a philosophical man, but damn be the one who dreams
for he never sees his limits, and damn i am, for i dream and limits is a word less from limitless
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment