Yet another funeral
Another old friend gone,
Not many of us left now
As time grinds on and on.
This was goodbye Big Tony
Of the last five years of
My indisciplined wild life
Before I was rescued by
Marriage and a loving wife.
Days of weekend long parties
Starting Friday nights in the pub
With just snatched hours of sleep
Until a Monday morning cold scrub
To freshen the face, and on to work
To somehow endure the day
Boosted by strong hot coffee
To help it on its way.
Then our lives parted as he
Assumed his new way of life
Travelling the wide world
Absentee husband, lonely wife
While I travelled locally
Away for weeks on end
And so I saw less and less
Of my good living friend.
Over the years we would meet
Nearly always by pure chance
Friends still but parted by
Life’s changing circumstance.
Eventually I heard
Just end of lifecare
And all too suddenly
He was no longer there.
Today it was fitting to stand
To remember at his life’s end
To think of him for a while and
Say goodbye to my old friend.
Cheers Big Tony
You opened the door ahead of me
I followed in my trembling cat moves
I still remember your yellow blouse
with hesitation , unlike my indisciplined heart
That embraced strange feelings at first sight
you took me hiking
And reminded me my favorite game
Hide and seek
Those terrifying cliffs,
Broke my heart in fear before you turned your beautiful back on me
I knew this moment would come
lonely days
Thoughtful nights
Red eyes
Not every beauty is a blessing
Looking at you; they feel lust
They wants to get a taste of it
Promiscous eyes bewitched with anxiety
Pointed heart longing for a touch
The max dissolver couldn't penetrate
Their rigid and gloomy heart
Sharpened tongues graced with deception
Aimed towards the timid prey
Until they gets a taste of it
Salivation will never bid them farewell
Until they caress the depth of hood
Their indisciplined hands will never rest
They're loosed cheetah wandering in search of bone-
A used bone of ethic origin
They're lion without teeth
Boar without fists-
Pretending to possess the devouring power
They've put on the mask again
To deceive,degrade, receive and escape
They were here before-
Pointed nose!
They're disgusing-
On dancing mask!
'dum dum!',they're pricking the drum-
Don't dance to the tune of their jamz
After the jamz they'll remove the mask-
Display of veil'd personality-
Dancing mask!
I'm cynical of polly!
The silent winds whispered in my ears,
The secret of surviving in a land shattered by tears,
The thoughts of despair fill my mind,
Searching for happiness one barely finds.
The abherrent behaviour of the winds,
Makes me question my heart still indisciplined,
The unrequitable joy of sharing my sorrows ,
Makes me wonder if my tomorrows.
Will I survive or will I die?
My head often asks this question but receives no reply,
Can I be forgiven for all that I have done?
For all I want to do now is ne free and run.
I wish I had listened earlier to the winds,
'Cause now it's to late to wash my sins,
All I can do now is sit and moan,
For now I am nothing but alone.
The silent winds whispered in my ears,
The secret of surviving in a land shattered by tears,
The thoughts of despair fill my mind,
Searching for happiness one barely finds.
The abherrent behaviour of the winds,
Makes me question my heart still indisciplined,
The unrequitable joy of sharing my sorrows ,
Makes me wonder if my tomorrows.
Will I survive or will I die?
My head often asks this question but receives no reply,
Can I be forgiven for all that I have done?
For all I want to do now is ne free and run.
I wish I had listened earlier to the winds,
'Cause now it's to late to wash my sins,
All I can do now is sit and moan,
For now I am nothing but alone.
My past is brown
Like the cross I would bare
Even when I was hanging
No one gave a care.
My present is blue
As clear as the sky
I stay ever observant
So my path won't whirl awry.
My future is white
Like indisciplined dice
Every time I roll,
I may pay the price.
Brown, Blue, and White.
My Colors that will never stray
They show what I went through
How i got here today.
Horse without rider!
Rambling in lack of an aim;
So indisciplined!
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