Lyric Mystery Poems

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Details | Lyric |
This road is snake-like except
for the crusty scales of an intestinal
late dusk. A boy treaded on the 
lane tracks lean and nomadic...
burnt shoulders grilled and toasted by
the sun, as if his coal skin sparked like
burning diamond weeds. In a flash, a tender
sorcery poured in my veins. There and then,
I longed to whisper a tune, play the tambourine or
partake of the loaf in my sack with him.
But he waited for paper clouds to ruffle his hair,
seemingly undisturbed by pilgrims like me 
holding unto holy relics and bones of night. The gauze
shirt as his frock winged with the silver winds,
windblown stroking my ebony tresses with a whisper
hushed by his delicate omnipresence.

In a dimly lit bus, sand wheezed tribal notes
moist on my eyelids uprooted by uncontained
temples of longing, now becoming thick
as woolen destiny. If only for a flicker of time,
his eyelids met mine so briefly... parting saline dust
of sacred, smiling gazes. I was inside a cell 
of a wombed bus. He was outside enlarged by a
hundred stars exploding dewdrops, inviting eternity.
For a fraction of silence, we met somewhere
between the fluorescent of our twin eyes. He, the angel 
first fondly encountered ; I, the dreamer ever bewildered…
I remember...I was five.  
                             
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Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2010




Details | Free verse |
How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
     Moon light harkens,
     Seeking new dimensions...
     Stardust glistens, while
     Unmasking true intentions...
     Awakening emotions,
     Inspiring deep devotion...
     Lightly, proudly,
     Love unveils its pleasure...
     Embrace it, taste it,
     Measuring such treasure...
     Cast your pains away
     With clear voice that greats the day,
     Kneel and humbly pray,
     Raise the curtain of the night
     And walk into the mystery of the light...
     Lift your head
     And walk away from
     Shrouded fears...
     Turn aside
     Of the life 
     You've lived before...
     In your heart
     Seek one thought 
     Of evermore...
     And you'll know
     Him as you've never
     Known before...
     Warmly, lightly,
     The brightness will astound you...
     Sense it, hear it
     Wrap its arms around you...
     Let your faith be shown-
     From the brightness that-
     You know will lead to sight...
     Forever walking with
     The mystery of the light...

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Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2016




Details | Lyric |
Our present incapable to convey, 
beneath the heaven's sky, 
yet we share the evening elucidation, 
equivalent morning rise, 
my storm will rage your way, 
your gust flustering me one day, 
articulating thoughts of you...
and mystifies my life.

Copyright © Angie Mae | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |
This love 
This hate
is something we cant create
it makes us live
it helps us die
thats something that cant be denied
it makes us heal
it helps us feel 
it can even make men kneel
even though we are not the same
we can all be driven insane
by this love 
this hate inside my head
that makes the world wish it dead
so put all things away
rest your heads for this love this hate will fade away 
only when the world ends.

Copyright © Christian Head | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
A great day ending in tragedy
now you wait until you get the news
I was scattered in different forms
The car door was slammed into my side
The doctor walks in to give you the news
You fall to the floor
Tears falling from your face
Your makeup running down unto your clothes
Making a stain where your heart used to be
I took you back into the darkest place of my soul
Something was different more darker than before
Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love
Your standing in the corner
Your face is covered in darkness
The blood runs from your eyes
How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone
Your realizing how much i meant to you
Something you havent seen before
Your blindness fades away as you start to see
You fall to the floor fainting
No one picks you up
They drop my casket into my little hole
Where i will stay all life long
How your tears fall unto the ground
Getting soaked up by the soil
Drowning me in your tears
Admire the past no more ways to see the future
Now that your starting to love me more
You wait until you see me in a dream
Dying like the past
As your moving on i fade away
I am no longer alive
You left me behind

Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
I loved a man, because and because.
He was dear to me then, and now.
Don't search for reasons for my because...
You'll never find them out.

I loved a man, for why and for why.
A different man, you see.
Don't search for reasons for my for why.
The doves are in the trees.

The doves in the trees have secrets, you know.
They coo them all full out.
But only the birds know what they say -
why I loved both the men.


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Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |



And my eyes are beguiled to climb into the grace of his evening’s mystery , likened to a fragrant embrace so radiant in its spell : that I glide through a cruise of dreams, enchanting as summer's warm river flowing gently into me. His whispers bid my lips closer while the musky dew, the moist hush quenches us into the moonlight; bestowing duskfall, our communion... that from morn beginning, love's silence holds me tenderly nourished. Best romantic write May-July 2017 Contest Sponsor: John Hamilton Reposted 7/26/2018

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
Your love shown like an antique bloodstain on the dress of our decay.
You pushed your hand through 
the over grown garden to crush the final living rose.
Blood seeped from your pores.
We held hands on our last night on earth.
We dance on the graves of loved ones lost.
And we kissed under the trees 
and under the sky.
We sold our souls to the vampire in our dreams.
We sung about broken hearts and lost souls as we cried.
We were never meant to be.
You can take these tears.
Watch the blood drenched TV screen flicker with anticipation.
Dancing in our sorrow.
And singing in unrivaled beauty.

Copyright © Jennifer Raymond | Year Posted 2005

Details | Lyric |
“And STARDUST we will be again”

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
Our paths have crossed,
When we each had our own sets of rules,
You holding to yours, 
And me thinking I must see my thru,
You had played the game longer, 
And knew better than to lose,
I played the part, 
Of only the blinded fool.

Me, thinking I was smart and not knowing how to gain,
Let you beat me,
Oh such a clever game.

The days of our speaking,
And remaining as friends,
Ended as quickly as it all began.
But with you on your side,
And me on mine,
We knew our paths would cross again,
Somewhere in time.

Now older in years and after bearing the strain,
I'm prepare to do battle again,
But this time with equal gain.

Clever you are and this much I have learned,
Don' t walk on your toes,
Or somewhere I'll get burned.

We'll help each other in our business affairs,
And make it worth our time,
But take caution when you make that first move,
To walk on mine.

Plan your moves with care,
And I'll be doing the same,
Don't expect my friendship,
Or my trust,
For this much, you'll never regain.

Through others our paths will soon cross again,
But this time I won't be in search,
Of a partner, lover nor friend.

Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
“Go wild with me”

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
Everyday I wake and look forward
to logging in to our Poetry Soup,
because, I can't believe I found you
hidden among this eclectic group.

Actually, it was you, who
somehow stumbled upon me,
I have never met such a spirit
who was so alive and so free.

We talk nearly every single day
from early morning and late into the night,
your calming thoughts put me at ease
and make everything alright,

......and still nobody knows.

When we first met in the Fall
in late October of last year,
it was just after you had joined
but, I was already here.

My shy persona has changed
so much has happened since then,
only your eyes have seen me blossom
I'm more carefree than I've ever been.

We talk nearly every single day
from early morning and late into the night,
your calming thoughts put me at ease
and make everything alright,

......and still nobody knows.

I know we will always have
endless poetry to share,
you know how to take the words
to places only few would dare.

I hope to never lose you
you're the best friend that I've got,
only you can know my secret
that I think you're really hot.

We talk nearly every single day
from early morning and late into the night,
your calming thoughts put me at ease
and make everything alright,

......and still nobody knows.

...and still nobody knows.





Written by: Kelly Deschler   June 13th, 2014

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Monoku |
Lost memories, my brown eyes play the movie of my soul

Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
We are the suicide boys
One day we fly
The next we die
We are the dreams than never get seen
We are the dead end traps
Wrap your mind around the ideas
Of too much contemplations
With no destinations
No place to belong
No place where we can sing lullaby songs
Other than our suicidal dreams

No place to scream
So we hang around
Headless dancing bastards
Mindless souls tell no tales
The forests stand majestically tall
As we hang from limbs
Of ancient trees
Raindrops fall
As we are left hanging around
The suicide boys

The train stations sit silent
Paris streets sit empty
The forests echo our screams
White laced angels dance overhead
Yoga moves save not our hanging heads
We all had sad hearts when we were young
We all had suicidal dreams 
Fantasies that kill you, if one dares

Never ask
Never tell
Suicide boys hanging from the trees
Musical killings drifting in the breeze
Our songs will echo long after
As we are left hanging around
We can’t breathe so set us free
From hanging trees
The suicide boys
Of 1983

Inspired while listening to this video
Magic Man - Paris
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yteXdnQQSUc

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Why don't you come out?  Why do you hide?  I have suffered and cried and this is 
no lie.  Why don't you come out?  Do you want me to die?
Laughter come out I need to feel you inside and out.
I need this feeling to "burst" out of me so that I can live again I want to be free!

Laughter please come outside of me!

Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |
What? Do you do when you feel life pressures crashing down on you?

When? All your friends take the back seat, and your Heart wants to explode.

Where? Is your Mind from the beginning until the end?

During all this calamity do you feel like

What?  When?   Where?

Do You Go?

Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2005

Details | Lyric |
I tried to talk it out but it would not leave
I tried to cry it out but the water from my tears went straight through it
I walked all night refused to eat, and couldn't even sleep, but it still hung around
I shared it with others hoping they would understand but they laughed at me
I could not understand why it stayed in my head and would not leave 
It gave me so much pain with nothing to gain almost driving me insane
What is it with this thing called Memory?

Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |
life flies, so quickly away
As I sit and watch from an old window
Where I love to play

So fast, in your dreams you go
In the evening hours, by the old window
What do you want to know?

A child’s cry, breaks the silent hours
The beginning of new life, at a new window
Where a new soul grows

Bright lights flash into your quiet dream
From distant stars, through the old window
Where their reflection screams

I sit by my own old heart
And dream it flies, out the old window
Landing safely into its own shadow

love flies so fast away
on this frozen day, by the old window
love warms my heart today

A blackbird cries, as it tries to fly
where I see her try, by the old window
And I feel her cry

Weather beating wings falling open wide
A shivering heart eyes like an old window
In the frozen snow

I know she will have her day
As I watch her fly away thru the old window
Where we love to play


written 04/02/2012  by: cynthiaFerguson

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
My head is pounding with so many thought's 
I have to find a way to get them out without a doubt.
My Visions are running round and round with aloud sound, where am I?
I must catch up before they leave me, before they are stolen by someone else.
They are mine they are in my head I must bring them to life Now.

I feel      I feel   


THE MIGHTY RUSH!



Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |
He said get it NOW!
Don't say another word
SIT down and be still
Don't open your mouth
Don't even look at me

I responded.......

I went for it as fast as I could and dropped it on him
I said more than another word
I mummered with my mouth closed as loud as I could
I looked over his head as though he were dead

Because of the way he spoke!

Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

The Lyrical man of passion’s sacred song,
Gave his heart away to the Caribbean Queen,
In the fine crystal glasses of fine champion of desires lust,
Did he so drown, beneath the frothy waves of the tropical sun?
In the morning’s sweet rising, this poetic bard shed the tenderest
Of sun kissed tears, that melted in the heat of the hot horizons
Blazing oceanic dream.
Yet within this love sick heart he thus bleeds, eloping words
Of devotion from the farthest shores beyond, but the enchantress
Seductress dances the island waltz of the erotic, softly he sings
Unto this maiden tan and most fair, I’m here for thee, but
She does not hear the verses of this lyric man, passing him
By for a Jamaican band.
For no thumping drum, can beat the rheum of his heart,
Or the strumming of sensation’s that burn within his soul,
In raptures pleasure a raging voice echoes unto paradise
Lost, a thundering hurricanes proclamation, come home
To me my tropical princess, but in silences response,
Lies nothing except deafness silence, rippling across
The distant waves of sorrow.
What angel dethroned from heaven’s grace,
Caused loves sweet arrow to aim so wrongly,
Hitting this misaligned target dead on sight,
With regrets folly the only true outcome.
Oh do the island sirens so weep for him,
This Lyric man, who’s loving torch burns
Within the sands of pleasures betrayal.
Light as the feathers of angels does his 
Song ring out, enchanting mermaids even
To rise from the fathoms deepest depth,
Splashing sea form at this temptress of
Faded illusions, yet still she responds 
With empty sighs of rebukes disconnect.
He sits still on isolation's stage, playing
A melodies soft tune of lost eloquence,
This music man of thoughts passionate heart.
Silvery strains of diamond perils glisten upon
Briliances waves, shinning beneath the tropical
Sun, laying on top of the big blues surf, these
Are his tears of devotions everlasting love,
Connecting his heart to this his Caribbean Queen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
                                                                                   **A WINNING POEM**


That night, my heart pleaded i should
Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's 
Old inn.
Enormous was my concern to reach home 
And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet.
About "create your own form, may be?"
I embraced the night and darkness mingled 
With my eyes;

Yonder are night workers,
Here and there they wander,
Seaching for who to plunder,
Oh! what a mighty wonder.
Look at that  supermarket,
And a man with a mask,
Gun and matchet,
He most be a burglar,
Oh! i must be undercover,
Or else i step into danger,
For the night is in dark anger.

"Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim,
Something must have wrought a cry,
Who will be the rescue?
For me, this night walk must linger.
Look at the police, having me as an 
Accomplice, they need my identity and money,
Yet yonder is the victim crying....

Look over there! drug users
Assembling in dark corners,
Swaying like feathers,
In the midst of their daily rituals,
That is never beneficial,
Oh! blind earth leading to an open death.
Group upon groups, stationed in their post,
Looking so malicious, looking so vicious, 
Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter,
Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter.
Charles melody has seen wonder
And endless palaver.

Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone,
Men eager and bold,
Heads bounce like ball,
Suddenly, calmness......
Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict?
Lord when will these pass over?
For i am likening to salt in water,
Never to calm and ponder,
The night walk seemed not to be over. 

For the night is in dark anger....


BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink)                  **14TH PLACE IN
 CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST,
 WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC".
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The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness." 
i formed it so because the thought kept coming
 like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind,
i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little
African village and the war that covered it.
For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.

Copyright © Charles Melody Lightning Ink | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
The castle of my dreams has the purple windows.
Through this windows you can not see the widows,
only you can see are strange shadows
walking through the mirrors.

The thunder and an angel announce
a galactic storm with extremely changes
for all creatures in our false world.

The mining camp is empty, someone have taken all gold.
These are the same people who have stolen 
our freedom, our mind.

I know one thing about this life 
that the simple wishes never comes.
Only salvation is that you must escape from your mind
because the mind create wishes.

The castle of my dreams is defending us
from our screams, our fears.
The castle of my dreams is made 
by our diamond tears.

Copyright © Željko Sitar | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.

Copyright © Deeana Valencia | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Thin stilts between earth and heaven bend into a arch of tossed dusk reflecting amiable strains fleeting weeds embrace... fingers of parting sky paint jeweled combs twirled in a bun settling on the nape of windblown curtains; a night arriving bears cupped hands ready to tuck a blanket of rhinestones, much like stars moving from one house to another... and life flashes by as endless travelers floating in azure tour the hours in an imperial journey, rising and falling with the kneads of rocks and moss: throughout the aroma of glazed seasons, flowers close and open the hesitant hearts of men and gargoyles; that always, fire of rainstorm changes to sunlight, black ravens to crickets, spite to nobility—desiring only the music of love’s flight for being, if only to understand the wonder of this world. Earth, Fire, Water, Wind Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
Don’t say it’s all over (cause it’s not)
“Sorry” won’t cover it…so don’t go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness 
Oh baby…don’t listen to the commotion…I’m done taking cover (it’s all for naught)
I’m plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I’m plummeting in my nightmare’s abyss

I want to carry you through the night… 
I’m swimming in the ocean of my tears… 
My sodden wings lost its ability of flight…
You've been swimming in your distress for years… 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

I want to remind you to fight the good fight…
My misery pools are brewing inside of my head…
I’m backing away from the light & exploring the night… 
You’re giving in to sleep and I’m wide awake on my bed 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

Please don’t tell me…oh, don’t tell me…darling!
You’re giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) 
I’m scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling!
Someday, things will change for the better… (Don’t turn the wrong lane)
I’m waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay…

I promise you a tranquil reality 
I want to stray with you tonight 
I still have hope that He’ll set us free
I was wondering if you could stay the night
Maybe the Lord could grant us 
Pure, incredible delight 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to gather…

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
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My precious was nearly destroyed by an heart breaker
but it was romantically rescued by an heart maker
my strength to trust was nearly gone
lovingly, i have it restored by a miss namely bimbo

Escape from the den of a lioness,
a beautiful kangaroo welcome me into her palace
when i thought that my love life is dead
and that no woman can again equate the balance

money is sweet and marriage is distasteful
those were the vain words of my mouth
cuz i have see too many ladies that are lustful
which weakens my tissues and gives me a bone

i lost a copper but look at the beauty of the silver i have
God have given a great, loving distance companion to my life
to teach me that there are still few that will reject the mark
those whose family not be tear apart

listen to  her and be natural about it
you will see how her beauty glows
her inner beauty is far precious than onyx
her gesture like the flock of mount-Gilead's goat

her is a fountain of honey and milk
no other honeycomb is like my beloved words of her lips
i believe GOD is sending her to me
change my regretful believe

Ever since i met you
i wish to end up with someone like you
i am very to have naked the true
but i wish to have a picture you

Copyright © Akere Victor | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe a only child
As my days go by, as my hour’s blossom
At times in this open space I’d rather play possum
In your presence my glass is full
Half and hour later your past in nearly consumed
Like concrete my emotions extract and expand
And when I’ve become more that we could bear
My life lead contract is what you demand
Looks like a lonely child, and could be the only smile
Perhaps we could throw time into reverse 
Relax and undermine this unforgiving curse
If nothing at all seems any worse 
Then we shouldn’t be privileged to hurt 
Life, lice, more of timely disease 
A worrier finally at ease 
An escape requires the keys to theses haunted seas 
The only pleasure that taunted me 
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe an only child 
Should this daylight torment or burn my eyes 
Would you pay to see my lessons learned through lies? 
Should this carpet decide not to warm my feet
Then I shall prepare to watch my health swarm in defeat 

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008