I Should've Known...
When I Allowed You
To Do That, And
When I Allowed You
To Be That Way.
I'm So Bossy.
I Should've Stopped
What Happened To
You, When I Let
You Be That Way.
It's My Fault, When
I Let You Be That
Way. When I
Allowed It.
With Redundant Reinforcement!
I Should've Known.
I Allowed It.
I Didn't STOP You.
I Couldn't.
You're So Stubborn.
Oops.
Sorry, I Sorta' Thought
You Would Be That Way.
I Should've Known.
That's Tough For Inevitability!
We Losers.
-Gray Squirrel
07-24-2026
I decided long ago
never to walk in anyone's shadow,
they called me a sociopath,
I said you must be having a laugh.
What does that mean?
Just about everything derogatory it would seem;
they must have missed something out,
what would you know what my life's about?
It's about being selfish till the time has gone,
look after no.1 - never mind what you've done;
what did you do wrong, what do you mean -
since when we're you so squeaky clean?
Okay, I should have done better -
easy to say but would have been prettier.
A storm is coming
The sun is shining
The birds are singing
The grass is green
That's when you know
A storm is coming
You can feel it
The tension in the air
You can sense it
The anxiety it brings
Nothing lasts forever
The high of happiness
Always brings a storm
You start to notice
The shaking in your hands
The race running through your mind
The loss of your appetite
The mess in your room
The self-isolation
A storm is coming
Darkness clouds your every thought
Everything comes raining down
As your tears flood your home
Your life thundering with anger
Hoping soon the lightning strikes you
The storm is here
Everything is destroyed
The damage is permanent
But no one seems to notice
The pain of what you’ve lost
You call for help
No one answers
Your alone
You search for safety
But you can’t escape yourself
The storm is never-ending
Until you decide to end it all
Caution around that window, my friend!
What of it now?
It lets you see outside and reflects in.
What of it, then?
Some things once seen must be exhumed.
Why the fuss?
It musn't break for it is strong.
Strength will not cherish it.
It musn't break for it will cut.
Blood trickles as tears.
It musn't break for it shows truth.
Truth outside will not yearn for you.
It musn't break for it reflects your heart.
The heart is not in the glass.
It is! The heart is glass!
Then, have my hammer.
You walk,
step after step,
through choices carved into dust,
through silence heavy with answers
you are not ready to hear.
You do not know where the road leads,
only that it calls,
only that turning back is not the same as stopping.
But somewhere ahead,
beyond the fog of doubt,
past the echoes of what could have been,
there is a version of you waiting—
The one who has seen the ending.
The one who knows where this road goes.
The one who has walked every step
you are still afraid to take.
Will they welcome you?
Will they tell you to keep going?
Or will they ask—
"What took you so long?"
In illusory water
A lone man row unending
Following all Life's master
Working his hand's unyielding.
Time's a river that ever flows
Began before beginning
Forever a lone man rows
Flowing long after the end
Unbending he never bows.
Downstream lies the cruel currents
Knowing the final moment
Death awaits a man's lament
Hopeless be a man who fears
Dead man be one who he peers
End is nigh yet the man sneers.
Time's a river that ever flows
The approaching end he knows
Yet the man still rows.
I always feel the
stiff breeze in my heart.
The rumbling ,rolling thunder
growls in the overcast, vast,
inky sky.
The lily is asphyxiated
by an utter,
excruciating agony,
it murmurs things
unsaid.
It fills with pure,
deeep-rooted fears,
the verdict is unknown.
Raindrops water my soul
like an endless
angst weaves into the
unobtrusive path.
Can you feel the ever fading sun,
how the cold crawls over your skin;
dark strands combine at the edge of vision?
Can you hear their serene whispers -
fragile and tentative fronds of affection -
always beyond reach or comprehension?
For you shall see and know to be absolute,
an inevitable reaping upon this earth:
of love’s joyous symphonies once before
- as forgone is the movement of the wind,
as inevitable is the breaking of the sea -
loss overtakes all that is or ever was to be.
You will crumble and fade a witness
of darkness from the death of stars,
to acrid taste and loathsome sound of pain,
of forgotten and faded notions of self,
before the absence of providence or fate,
ever takes you into the blessed abyss.
Old Bones
Now listen while I tell you of a fella that you’ll meet,
Who is older still than even time could be.
His grin is kinda big and kinda straight and kinda white -
Kinda threatening – a mite unsavoury.
When it comes your time to meet him, it’ll only be the once ;
You will never ever get another chance.
He will meet you sorta quickly and there won’t be time to chat -
He’ll go by and won't give you a second glance.
He meets everyone eventually, no matter how they dodge.
There just ain't no evading that old grin.
Prince or pauper, nice or nasty, makes no difference anyhow,
Be you virtuous or live a life of sin.
So if one day you see him and you think his timing's out,
Don't kick up a fuss or sing a sorry song.
It’s a fact that when your time’s up he'll come beckoning to you:
Old Bones is never even slightly wrong.
Inevitability
David J Walker
This is how I turned 20
With plenty of time left to
Opine its wastings awaiting
The sun to set
The weekend to come
Christmas
Birthdays
Summer vacations that
Race past the calendars edge
This is how I turned 30
Looking over a shoulder
To see who is catching up
Who is making up
For past mistakes and
Begging for retakes for the many
Wasted opportunities
This is how I turned 40
Feeling the changes
To my body and
The beliefs scattered over
The spectrum of
What is or
Is not to come
This is how I turned 50
Bracing for mortalities
Callings
Hoping that believing
May facilitate the stalling
Of recompense
On the final tabulation
To come and, oh
Tipping is encouraged
This is how I turned 60
In quiet contemplations
reflections
Concerning the reality of or
The days of coruscate refraction
that belong only to me
Is this how I will turn 70
in the insouciance
of what will be
is the outcome inevitably
predictable
Something happens when we accept our own defeat
There's confusion and silence ego trip wakens from sleep
Without knowing we abandon our plan to continue
Justifiably argued grandiose our opinions
Even though there's a part clinging on to the truth
Snuffed with malice deniably wrapped in reproof
We ignore it in spite of the honesty seethed
Bringing shame to toughest of men to their knees
I would offer solutions garner values and proofs
But Noone cares about honor and conviction, they lose
Genuinely said I just wish I could help
Even if I'm rebuked I will forgive you for myself
Funny isn't it? One day we will all be dead
And therefore I can die knowing there was nothing left unsaid....
Inevitability looms like the imminent sunset
Beyond an unchanging bleak western horizon,
Oft illustrated by those “death and taxes”
More certain than next blood moon a’risin’.
The lottery of life assures the loss of coin
Before the aligning symbols outpour a lode
Of silver and gold, or fortune unannounced
Unexpected knocks at the door of one’s abode.
Beware the clutches of boasting entitlement
Convincing empty promises too soon delude
The mind, seem worthy guides to long life,
Deny reality’s inevitable poisonous elixirs brewed.
Ah, the charms thus fervently sought do fade
Life is not so enriching as one may have thought
Seeking more, when one has, is never enough,
And what is inevitable surely cannot be bought.
Written on January 22, 2021
Second Stanza entered in "Brevity" Contest on All Poetry
SILVER MEDAL WINNER
No possibility to flee away
Death is sitting on every single path
No place to hide
Death is hidden everywhere
No opportunity to fly away
Death can fly speedy more than light
No life can save itself from the death
Death can imitate everyone and everything in every way
-Chattogram
Inevitability
There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
When the ghost of that figure stands by your side
Too late for repentance that time it has past
The last grain of sand has dropped in the glass
The time it is written there is no escape
From the skeletal figure in the long black cape
The clock has stopped ticking its time now to go
And the ghost he will take you, you cannot no
Begging won’t stop it there’s no turning back
Cos every road taken leads down to this track
The time it is written there is no escape
From the skeletal figure in the long black cape
Like a wave on the ocean or the rising of the sun
It’s certain the ghost one day he will come
The poor man the rich man unknown or fame
The candles’ last flicker will extinguish the flame
The time it is written there is no escape
From the skeletal figure in the long black cape
Inevitability of death
motivates me more than ever
to fulfill all dreams of mine;
make good use of my time,
to capture the world,
to rule my days
before I
leave this
earth.
Date written and posted: 12/13/2018
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