Watered Down
What clears the thoughts of grief?
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?
With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown
Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones
I rudely throw a fit
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?
Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains?
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...
Negativity swarms in muddied roads
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath
Let your suffering be sevenfold
Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude
Let my suffering take its penalty
What clears the thoughts of grief?
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief
Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together
Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways,
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine
There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree,
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure
I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper,
rage-stricken and snappy
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs
It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt
Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads
tied with stable string
Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight
down to your chimney top
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2011
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