Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

My Tired and Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams

My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams

As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones
And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand
I trekked alone, jagged pains pulsing through my old bones
My weathered soul cursed God of this god-forsaken land
I could see a gloomy night trying to rear its ugly head
Where could in this barren pitiful hot, hot place dare I sleep
All here was hard rocks and sand, not a damn good place to bed
I thought this damnable fierce land wants this dear life to keep
As my worn-out soul begged for water and damn lot of rest
So under a scrubby bush I sat down to my diary write
Was this a hazardous darken journey, a god given test
Then these eyes saw above, bright stars painting the night.

With my nightly prayers said, I laid down to dream
And this love-struck heart recalled her very beautiful face
And how we together were such a great and fine winning team
Then massive sadness flew on into my brief joy replace
Dawn's breath was blown and my romantic heart finally woke
This reborn spirit decided to this abject darkness fight
Mused I, this soul-searching journey is indeed no damn joke
Surely it was not my responsibility to set things right!
Had she not to another man sworn her undying love
Promised him to be his new and true beautiful queen
Even next, promised to forever love to our God above
And swore to forward race over to his daring dark scene.

My tired and lost heart soul next this wise advice outward screams.
Son, you deserve better than light from her black treacherous beams.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
July 17th, 1973

Note- 
I was only 19 years old when I composed this one. I thought about doing a major editing job but decided not to. Just let it stand as is, a poem written by a 19 year old kid. God bless..

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Ink Empress September 16, 2023 at 5:32 AM A brilliant and poignant write this is, truly as a 19 year old too you can write such profound poems with such heartfelt emotions, and looks like you were always a brilliant rhymester, those rhymes are sublime and so good and i love your descriptive language too and how you delivered thoughts that run through your mind so seamlessly. A fave for me my friend Ink Empress September 16, 2023 at 10:42 AM Thank you so much and im so sorry to hear that. Age for me is just a number i am in my 30s but forever young. Thank you my friend, bless you, you’ve seen and endured so much. Very strong you are . Appreciate you sharing your experience with us all Robert Lindley September 16, 2023 at 10:23 AM yes, that notebook and its accompanying folder had all my serious poetry and what she did was viciously mean. But no use to cry. It is just that those poems where not speedily composed like my others, Some of them took 4 or 5 days to write! They were all 14 or more verses. Some approached the 80 verse mark! God bless you. Robert Lindley September 16, 2023 at 10:18 AM With your amazing ability and I presume youth as well. You can create new ones. And I pray you do as your poems are definitely publish worthy. You have the poetic gift that is easy to see. God bless you. Ink Empress September 16, 2023 at 7:54 AM Thats tragic, i can understand and emphasize with you, i was writing all my poems on instagram on my page without thinking of saving them before some haters/jealous so called friends that were enemies in disguise mass reported my page falsely, and it was disabled by instagram, and lost all my poems, yes i had many followers that mattered little, what hurts is losing memories and my poems , my poetic journey. Although they may not be great they are part of my heart. Sigh. Life it is. I understand. But im happy u have some still left and they are amazing Robert Lindley September 16, 2023 at 7:47 AM Thank you, very much, my good friend. I was indeed a romantic poet in my youth. So sad that my evil ex-wife stole and burnt over 600 poems I had written between the age of 20 and 23. Some few from that era survived in two other notebooks. But those burnt were my best poems (can not be reproduced). Tragic to me, but the world took no notice, lol.. God bless you and your beautiful poetry....