Dreams Deferred
My Dreams have always been to travel around the globe.
Dreams Deferred? Perhaps
My dream is to possibly become an author, second-guessing and duped. Dreams Deferred? Perhaps
Unguarded decisions, false evidence appears real. Dreams
Deferred? Perhaps
Guilty by association, recognized toxic faces, unaccustomed places, I'm at a crossroads. Dreams
Deferred? Perhaps
Trust shattered yet my heart has not desensitized. Dreams
Deferred? Perhaps
high atop a hill
it stood there
a bastion of memories
fortress tired and disheveled
standing in solemn silence
keeper of our secrets
complicit our love
not meant to be
doomed from the start
one day the verdict handed down
guilty by association
imploded and in a blink
there it was gone
all but the memories
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on February 26, 2021 for contest VANISHING sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 2ND
Am I guilty by association?
Well at least that`s how it looks.
And because shes in my family.
They think we both are crooks.
But I cannot confirm.
And nor can I deny.
Anything she might of done.
I`m not her alibi.
And if that`s how they feel.
Then I can clearly see.
How I might of turned.
Into a liability.
GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION
My mind was causing havoc - in
times I didn't know - that
havoc's trail leads like to like
t'was all my life would ever show
til while I wondered - why me Lord
He touched me gently so
to open now my eyes - to see
the road to Him - would ever be
kindness, Love, forgiveness, - while
He now bestows the same to me
blood red stains the floor
under a sky of grey
my dear is constant
and will not go away
i talked of feeling empty
these words were always true
now i find myself in question
guilty by association
i wanna runaway never say goodbye
i wanna lose this fear i will not die
i wanna find the answers deep inside
let me close the door and free my mind
fighting and constant war
under a sky of red
this fear is never ending
it will stay until im dead
i'll never leave without you
so im here to stay
now i find myself in question
guilty by association
i wanna runaway never say goodbye
i wanna lose this fear i will not die
i wanna find the answers deep inside
let me close the door and free my mind
It's my created courthouse
The jury's reached a verdict
A sentence of familiar course
Against the criminally virgin
Guilty by association
I stand to face my trial
Innocent of all my charges
Accused by my empire
Out of seventy-two wishes
I've got one left
A hunger for escape grows
On an open shelf
Surrounded by my story
I have lost my soul
Upon an open world's edge
And endless and lonely road
It's my created jailhouse
A self-sufficient cell hall
Not a single bar in sight
Just cells of open gray-walls
Imprisoned by my own delusions
In cell one on dead block
With broken bones and dying faith
An executed man begins to walk
Out of seventy-two wishes
I've got one left
A hunger for escape grows
On an open shelf
Surrounded by my story
I have lost my own soul
Upon an open world's edge
And endless and lonely road
It's my created world
It's my created plague
It's my created punishment
For my created hate
It's my created nightmare
In my created sleep
It's my created six foot hole
Which was dug for only me
To give what you haven’t got is not keen.
Well, who would do such a ridiculous thing…?
So, then, I suppose that respect is thus learned…
Who gave it first, that we appreciate what's earned?
God so loved me first, that’s why “I respect his word.”
Transformed by such Light, some still think me absurd!
If truth acts a barrier of light, driving darkness back,
The envious projects defensive boasts, for what they lack.
Thus I quite agree with Mark Rickerby.
We will always get just what we give…
But what’s the standard for life’s blueprint…
When others don’t conform to right and are bent?
Respect is learned perhaps, but also must be earned.
To show respect for a fool is folly that should be scorned.
I believe in “guilty by association,” not approving of strife.
Am I disrespectful when I’m so passionate for what’s life?
Biblically, even God shows himself froward with the froward!
I’ll give my foes a hardy ‘thank-you,’ keeping my pride lowered.
Respecting, in life, there is duality of balances that we learn.
Many use their roles to control; I’ll not give ’em power to burn!
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