pulling coat closer
i puff and see my own breath
wet drabby morning
wet drabby morning
I puff and see my own breath
pulling coat closer
Drabby Friday is quickly approaching,
steady raindrops are unwelcoming;
more cheerless than a fluttering robin
finding refuge in the cathedral's spires
that cannot reach the swollen clouds,
I trod the wet cobbled streets of London!
The heavy tread of my booths
is not heard as they hit paddles,
they squish if they had holes;
not distant from me, a birch tree
has fallen showing its dirty roots...
in its branches buzzed the Honeybee!
A harmonious sky incites joy,
ever notice the boredom of a boy?
I feel the same sadness he feels...
when he won't smile at ladies
resembling models on high heels,
and the drabness of a rainy Friday stays...
until rain tampers off and shows sunrays!
Written on 2/23/2018
silver hair and drabby clothes
looking rather shabby, drabby and old
eyes full of wisdom stories to tell
that would take you to heaven but could finish in hell
hes a hard rockers whose lived a life
who fought by the sword but never died by the knife
hes a hard rocker with a dirty smile who oozes confidence and has smoking
style
more style than you in his big toe
you cant help youself but go say hello
at the bar not a smoke in sight but he stinks of them
do you want a light
you look bewildered as he turns his back
walking to the duke box picking a track
patting a stool to offer a seat
as you sit you hear the beat
he strums the air as the guitar gets loud
he loves the song doesnt care of the crowd
hard rocker continues
There are so many people I miss, especially my wife, and the very exciting things we used to do together. Sometimes I am sorrowfully speechless at the thought of them, and often drowning in a pool of private tears over the loss of my one true love. She looks past me as if to see through me as anything and everything deserves her attention more than I do. However hard I try to pretend it isn't there, a gnawing heartache lingers through the day from the hours of crushing melancholy in the night, seeping into the tone of my voice, fading the vivid colors of the world to a drabby gray. Even in laughter, I have to fight the dark clouds that threaten to cast a shadow in my expressions. Can't pull a rabbit out of the hat anymore. No more escape tricks. I am, fresh out of hope, physically exhausted, emotionally defeated to my core. It is a very lonely place where all the doors have been shut and bolted from the outside, and the four baren dingy walls that fill my vision in the dimming landscape of life are a stinging reminder of my failures as a father and the inability to measure up as a good husband. That hour is here, I knew it would come. I'm off, to a better place. Goodbye.
You don't know me,
Why tell lies,
You watch me in my face and smile,
Then like a snake make people think otherwise.
How do you sleep at night?
Do you feel inner contentment ,
Making others look bad ,
Do you require fame from your "drabby" life,
What is it?
I hate it when people who say,
"I am not that kinda person",
And they are ,
Makes them hyprocrites,
I dislike hypocrites,
You wanna make me look bad,
Then do!,
Because in the end I will move on with my life,
And you will be right where you have always been,
Miserable.