How gentle the thorns of time
Pierced and dripping we are
From within, fragile the skin
In the bracken bush hidden
Akin, to the daggers, of Julius
behind opaque Curtains and veils backdropped On life,s stage plays ,
of maybe three score and ten.
"mor dyner y drain"
Categories:
backdropped, dark,
Form: Free verse
You are a child of TV's lies
with pound sterlings in your eyes.
Your instant coffee gets you wired,
you are a slave to your desires.
Corrupted by your sense of greed
you pile up crap that you don't need.
Consume your way to fill the void,
replace the values life destroyed.
Fake tan, fake smile, and your fake friends -
don't you just love the modern trends?
Salvation comes in powdered form:
another line and you're reborn.
Your brand new skin's designer chic.
Your top is bright, your eyes are bleak.
Your hollow neon backdropped dreams
will set the scene for midnight screams.
Categories:
backdropped, angst, corruption, social, urban,
Form: Rhyme
Sheets and bolts of distant lightning
Backdropped by a blue gray sky
Rumbling thunder softly, deeply
As the steady pitter patter, pitter patter
Of rain on a tin roof fluctuating
Playing symphonies to the soul
With natural melodic choruses
And invitations to the Ancient dance
Of wind-driven clouds sweeping low
Whirling visions and peace of mind
To a captive audience within
Letting down their windows
Falling, lying with ears to the floor
As the rain echoes throughout the house
Categories:
backdropped, imagination, nature, seasons, rain,
Form: Free verse
I hear, I see, I feel. I think too much.
Then, I become introverted and isolated,
And beside myself I speak to myself within myself.
Yet, Enmity and Fear are bound to give audience
To my cogitations, which I impersonate
At the directions of feelings and emotions;
These roles I play willingly on center stage
In the theatre of my mind yielding tragic comedies,
Changing swiftly scene to scene, act to act,
Swinging from a nimbus of moods and turning shadows
Backdropped with pious airs and variable human nature,
Shifting suddenly between my players' claims and chuckles
Under the three branches that cast their shade
Randomly upon my brow, dividing unto my very soul;
Inflamed with daft assumptions and mad craft,
Pronouncing judgments in wrath carrying out sentences
In the midst of my scenarios, I am thrust through
Back to reality, but my sanity does permit me
Not to perform things I would in temporary delusions;
Yet, in my mind my characters hail me a champion still.
Categories:
backdropped, angst, confusion, imagination, introspection,
Form: Lyric