I am the brave sailor
My crew mates, friends,
Clothed in sorrow
Like lost children
Following the nearest stranger home
I lead them with my heart
As we sail through the masses
Of our duly colored peers
But the captain of a ship
Isn’t the best navigator
I feel the pull of the crowd
As I lose myself to the bleak
And leave my crew to drown
In the waters of self pity and despair
I leave them to the gray
A monster lurks, waiting for it’s prey
To snap the souls of the peaceful
To steal the fire from the fierce
To squander and squeeze the hope out of the dreamers
To make us all obey, all conform
I was their captain
The peaceful, the fierce, the dreamers
They were my crew
Now they blend into the others
Now they all obey, all conform
I found a new one
A peaceful person
A fierce person
A dreamer
But most importantly
I found a navigator
I am the captain
Who saves lost souls from drowning
In the waters of the dark and dull
They are my navigator
Who steers us to the next lost child
I am the brave sailor
My crew mates, friends
Bulging with light
Like the moon
Through the saltwater of the night
My daddy—he once told me
don’t ever play with nuns
they’ll hit you with their rulers
it won’t be any fun
I snuck out of that prison
and now I’m on the run
Once freed from that schoolhouse
I sunbathed in the sun
I stayed out late, I went on dates
looking out for number-one
When I think of what I went through
of all the tired repressive lies
I keep running wise, in slick disguise
my purpose is renewed
Don’t ever let ‘em tell you
you can’t have any fun
If they preach that hackneyed drivel
grab some things and run
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Songs for this:
Cold Heart (PNAU Remix) by Elton John & Dua Lipa
I'm Still Standing by Elton John
Webster: hackneyed = uninteresting, unfun, dull and unoriginal.
*stolen almost directly, in spirit anyway, from that freewheeling rebel, Johnny Cash
**My first 8 years of school were parochial
I speak my thoughts...you do not hear. I reach to touch...you are not near.
I matter not to you, nor to any other. I am invisible...you do not see me.
I have no face; I have no substance. I try to speak, there are no words...you took my voice! So, now I huddle, fetal form. I strain to hear the dullness of my heart as its beat slows and fainter gets. Now even I can no longer see a speck, a shadow left of me. I am void.
I’ll apologise here at the start
For this verse won’t appeal to your heart.
So banal, it’s a shame
But I’ll shoulder the blame
’Cos it's not rude, nor funny, nor smart!
I stand alone on a mountain hill,
Without no one by my side.
I feel empty and strange among so many out there.
It feels so quite inside,
It is indeed lonely out there.
Solitude is my friend and call for it all long.
I feel the strangeness of loneliness,
But here I stand, alone.
My hours go waste to think about,
The dullness of life.
The winds I hear, whisper me to be calm,
As there is hope to meet someone.
The dark clouds above me, remind me
Of a dull time.
The time which will not change,
And bring spring once again.
What should I do to polish my life?
Wait or find a way of my own.
I remember Robert Frost, who choose a road,
Less travelled and made his own path.
But sometimes I also think,
Is it funny and strange to be alone?
Or a moment of tranquillity.
I reached there,
I observed my inner self,
I carved myself,
I polished the dullness.
Now here I am.
-Saniyapoetry
I tried,
To climb up,
Up above the earth,
Up above my underestimating thoughts,
Up above their thought of inferiority,
Up where I should've been.
-Saniyapoetry
I was dull,
Hidden deep inside,
Somewhere people couldn't find,
At the end of the hollow,
SomeWhere, where darkness reside.
- Saniyapoetry
There is a dullness in my mind
I have tried to figure out every reason that I can find
Music, Yoga and Work on my list stand tall
Friends and Food Fiestas could not cure it at all
What is it called “ DEPRESSION”
My soulmate, my companion, my life stealer
Since I cannot beat you, I have learnt to dance with you each day
A different step , a different twist, a different twirl
And so also with thoughts new and changing everyday
This dance with the brooding wolf … peeking out every new moon night
Waiting for a new break…. a new dawn…..
Music… Liquor…
Make you happy…
I can see in your eyes
Laughing in the alcohol foulness
Enjoying in the dimness
You can enjoy only in darkness
Cannot face the daylight
To cover up
A fresh scar on your forehead
That happened while you were working
With your former fellow labors.
Music… Liquor…
Make you happy…
In your new high society
Believing is the true happiness
But you have to hide out the daylight:
The real wisdom!
When will it end
When will this day end
from this excessive redundancy
of practicing the same thing
a 1000 times over again
Please save me!
Save me from this extremity
that doesn't vary
but stands still
never changing
or rearranging
so variety sinks in
and colors the imagination
from the dull black and white
that currently colors life
stereotype by stereotype
Please set me free!
Set me free
from the excessive polarity
which pollutes our community
and suffocates both mind and body
driving them both to the insanity
of repition expecting different results
yet finding none that have begun