Best Beseeming Poems
Paint me the future,
Of a life without fear,
where my life has meaning as old age draws near.
Paint me the future,
With a different story and plot,
As I visualize my life with a clear snapshot.
Paint me the future,
Without a bloody end,
Where everyone I come across is but a friend.
Paint me the truth,
From the lips and hearts of all children,
That I may carry out the message with honesty and wisdom.
Coz by all means my life in all honesty,
Is full of challenges which I have embraced with modesty,
Sincerity comes at a cost of betrayal,
But I still refrain from profanity and keep myself loyal.
Yeah, ultimately we all want a piece of the good life
But in our quest to find it, what will be the price?
Reason will be defied just so we can feel alive,
As we sacrifice what we hold dear so we can survive,
The path before me is misty, yet I’m still trying to see some other life
Some, other life… displayed on a canvass is a portrait of my wife,
Pleasurable sketches, to the eyes it’s such a compliment,
Paintings depicting a life of beseeming ornaments,
Vivified by its colourful state,
Attraction to the drawing increases at an alarming rate,
As I glare at the masterpiece of my very own creation
The picture begins to fade like sanity in a fiction.
My mind at last finally comes to a conclusion,
That it’s all in my head as I become disillusioned,
Artistic abilities are not of my strongest qualities,
So I will just stick to writing for my friends and families.
Paint me the future,
Of a life without fear,
where my life has meaning as old age draws near.
Paint me the future,
With a different story and plot,
As I visualize my life with a clear snapshot,
As I visualize my life…
Paint me the future,
As I visualize my life.
Idlers, paved paths with active energies, purloining, feigning amity.
Dodgy & concealing past immoral dregs by comradely, waspish mien.
Obdurately empowered by this stranger plucked from their nocturnal fantasies
Wanton mistresses of countless broken walls in desperation for time.
Unbridled intrusion cloaked in religiosity vexed by undefined arrogance.
Oft, in pretext, manipulating, with energies stronger than the POPE.
Habits of a thuggish intervention foist on bewitched “soul tie”
Ill-beseeming nuances summoning this Stygian to their unsealed brothels
Obvious cliquish vindictive venom of a barrage of past bed felon.
Zestfully compelling, violently intrusive and surreptitiously preying.
Ending the farce, Rapscallion oozing countless entries on the rotten hole.