LITTERED LIFE
Does every life have a twist in the tail
One follows the trail wherever it leads
At higher speeds, life flashes by so fast
And at last, so little detail one can recall
The bitter gall mixed with pleasantness
But the rest has gone, into the void
Perhaps destroyed by the superficiality
Yet in actuality, it was the usual stuff
And good enough, but not for all time
A paradigm of sorts, a patchy history
A solved mystery, but there’s no prize
I’d surmise that most might not care
Never aware of what richness was lost
Nor count the cost of merely skimming
With the light dimming, it’s only the past
At last, a patchwork life one remembers
Like dying embers, preserving the glow
It was a delicate time
Different than back in the 60’s,
A curiously odd trip to a town I had
remembered as clean and happy
Ocean waves the same
Too commercialized now
Bar signs everywhere
Scantily clad women in our faces
A town promoting liquor and debauchery
Maybe I had not noticed before
Because I was a child
Beaches littered by people yelling loudly
Seemed quieter before
I did not remember so much meanness
or loud brags
People leaving their wrappers
Not looking as they left
Not seeming to care
Tin people on beaches
-a different beach now
littered up and commercial
sad feelings arise-
You are percolating
in many spangles with
visible echo's whelming
and sundrops expressions,
shimmering in...More estatic
than a staccato glowing firework show
coated with fluid inconsistancy.
You're slick with bursts of light
in tones glistening, exciting my vision,
envigeling my eyes with delight
drawing my awareness
to different facets, you squint and
glitter quicker; than all the darlings
on a Hollywood glitterati night.! Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
Broken shells littered the shore
a testament to the fury of the storm
so recently upon us did it bore.
Pounding waves incessant in their roar;
foam, dirty and filled with broken blades of sea grass
dotted the white sand as droppings from an angry sea.
Winds howled; a fine white spray burst from the waves
towering far above the floor of the once calm sea
scattering as delicate white lace
upon the rolling waves
only to fall back into their place.
Tides pulling anyone foolish enough to venture into the boiling surf
taking them far out into an unforgiving sea.
To many life breaks upon a littered shore
in a world standing as a testament to broken and wasted lives
that lay scattered in lands filled with storms and lost dreams,
for those who come, linger a while, and then tearfully leave the scene.
Littered with silence is this place that i'm in.
I tried to be nice and put you first in line.
And what resulted was life leaving me behind.
My mind runs in circles, seeking some closure,
but with no end.
Round and round I spin as if riding a never ending carousel.
Littered with green is my sky.
When the clouds gather and form just one chaotic thundering cloud.
My mind thrives as it realizes the sun has vastly decayed.
Somewhere, far away.
I seek for a cure to extinguish this fire that seems to consume my brain.
But the water I seek is found on the pressure of your lips.
And pulling away is MURDER.
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