Sun paints the twilight
in vibrant violet swirls
as I go over the bend.
Instead of sadness,
my soul sings to find I’ve stopped
at my life journey’s dead end
The breath, dead silent
no pulse ahead, no way back
shadows lengthen, day is done
No more to explore
no more to hope nor to yearn
just fading light at day`s end.
Speaking of Sedoka 5-28-26 Nette Onclaud
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Sedoka Dead End
faded street signs point
into overgrown byways
unlit blind alley encores
cryptic curlicues
chant beats of new directions
my heart seeks for sacred roads
Someone painted "April Fool"
in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign**
As you float away
I am left on shore alone
watching hope evaporate;
the voyage dead ends
but the madman will believe
rough seas cannot not capsize him.
*Mickey Newbury, 1967
From “Just Dropped In
(To See What Condition
My Condition Was In).”
NOTE : The song was written as a satirical warning
about the dangers of using LSD.
Was at a dead end_
Had just left mom's funeral;
lost in fragment thoughts and tears . . .
Must find my courage~
Turn the car and drive forward,
and then find my next chapter !
Sedoka/Sedoka - Dead End
Copyright, 05-1827-012-06- 26
All Rights, Constance La France
Plagiarism Prohibited.
on dream's longest road;
pursuit of empty glory
vanishing light, obscuring...
stalled by cul-de-sac;
journey was meant to pivot
enlightenment awakens
I am forced to stop
the dead end holds me in place
I have left you in sorrow
I know I need you
without you I am nothing
I am returning to you
my destiny lies
in other destinations
with undefined intentions
circle has no end
all off-ramps lead to dead ends
from merry roundabout ride
dead ends annoy me
scattering sly little signs
sending me every which way
every turn I take
sprouts some absurd, stubborn twist
steering me slyly astray
When do flowers no longer bloom
and the sea's stop touching the shore.
Light from the heaven's fail to shine
and the birds shall sing no more.
Innocent's of children no longer play
as time like a candle melts away.
Fleeting are the moments
we get to spend
and death is the reason
it all does end.
'Follow your dream'
easier said than done
as the girl of my dreams
for me she is the only one
and yet for her I don't exist
she sees through me sad to say
don't have what (it) takes her fancy
won't even look my way
as ships which pass in the night
our two hearts will never meet
I find mine's a dead-end dream
on the wrong side of a one-way street
The echo of the hollow the emptiness of distress
The guilty pointed finger of a calculated guess
The dust left unattended leaves such a filthy mess
When it settles on the hollow of all the emptiness
The fire and the flicker and the ever burning flame
The color rogue on a cheek brightened by the shame
The tragedy embroidered and pictured in a frame
Has changed life forever and nothing is the same
The whisper in the ear that blows lies in the wind
The equation of the math unable to comprehend
The smoke slowly rises into skies where it blends
When life makes its final turn into its dead end
The eternal creature laughs over and over again
To God you pray in fear begging for mercy, Amen
bmdavey@11/13/2024
A random road wanders across the desert
as voluminous clouds chase the rising sun
nary a sound can be heard, save for the
whipping wind and clicks of insects.
The yawning horizon stretches out
reaching towards a vast, expansive sea
its crystalline beauty is but a deceptive liar
for death surrounds her ever lapping shores.
Almost uninhabitable she is
like a barren womb in want
her waters are lifeless, a fluid grave
bearing witness of her desolate decay.
Fish carcasses tell their solemn tales
along her distant, lonely shores
their bony apertures are splayed and pecked
hungry seagulls circle, hunting for scraps.
Relentless winds are spreading littered
whitewashed bones
causing them to tumble about
conjuring up a false sense of life.
Now the moon is rising
as acrid air hovers over the sullen sea
the winds seem to shout, “go away”
a dull emptiness prevails.
The blackest night, save for the moon
descends upon this accursed place
where the bony beach rattles its lifeless tunes
along a haunting shoreline
that no one wants to see
where no one wants to be
beside the Salton Sea.
Down at the end of dead end street,
Cold, down and feeling beat,
Trying to make sense of it all,
Sun rises burning red,
Visions spinning in my head,
Now every dead end street leads to me.
Blowing around in stormy weather,
Like a bunch of dead leaves,
I'd be a boarded up home,
I'd be a rusty old car sitting up on blocks,
And every dead end street leads to me.
On dead end street looking back in my rear view mirror,
The view used to be much clearer,
I want to see sunrise on the dead end street,
I want smiles from every body I meet,
Still every dead end street leads to me.
And there you sit -
contemplating a word,
the other one wrote
that you read,
that they -
had the courage
to throw
into the ring
the choice to take
one’s own;
many times
that thought
arrived
in your own time,
it came and went
turned around
it came and went
lingering
cajoling
ever present
what then?
the world abruptly left,
those behind falling
into ruins
never to be peaced back
together again.
fullstop.
all for a dead end.
what a waste
those full stops are,
when saved to
crown an eye;
freedom;
the choice always given,
is always yours to take,
never theirs -
but what a waste
those full stops are,
when saved to
crown an eye
Candide Diderot. ‘24
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