Long Flood out Poems
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The absence of love plays on my mind,
I search within, but love, I cannot find.
Another wasted day, just frittered away.
Can't bring myself to see, it's all because of me!
Dark clouds are moving in, my soul's screaming out.
There's no place I wish to be, my mind consumed with doubt.
My body's numb, this pain has won,
As I lift my pen to write again,
these words flood out before my eyes.
It's not until then that I realise!
That all my struggles are not my demise,
and all my woes as far as a poet goes,
For now, a smile creeps on my face.
Finally, I have found that loving place.
Most drink for the after effects and others for the taste
Some tend to over enjoy it then do something debased
It seems to be the invited guest at every get together
The myth seems to be that alcohol makes it better
Then you have those who try to flood out their problems
Hoping to find the solution at the bottom of the bottle
It may be true that this poison tends to numb you
Not long enough to ease the pain you've been through
Which is the reason why some people remain that way
You find them unstable and drunk day after day
Alcohol has a way to wash away our insecurities
Men would say it makes an ugly woman pretty
This awesome liquid seems to blur our vision
Makes us express words we never would mention
It also puts us in these horrible situations
Someone's accused of rape or life is taken
Every group of friends need that designated driver
Because of one fool who thinks his tolerance is higher
What was the real reason alcohol was made
Is it to help the real person inside of us fade
You have some that choose not to drink at all
Is it for the right reasons we're drinking alcohol?
I sit and listen with awe as the pianist coaxes
the most wondrous sounds from the beat up piano
his melodies flood out greeted by stunned silence
as people are transported into the visions he plays
The music soars filling the room
deepening and expanding
whispering of unseen things
of valley's, mountains and glens
the notes lead us into the glen
revealing the wondrous sights
of waterfall tinkling in time
to the most seductive beat
One can hear the birds singing
their notes blending so harmoniously
with the pianist's various moods
as he swings into blues and jazz
Yet still he plays on notes ringing out
telling oh so many fabulous stories
the silence of the audience says it all
he has transported us to another plane
Some say rainbows are the prettiest things,
And I like rainbowed colours that grow,
They grow and they burgeon, absurdly flowering,
Spewing sharp spikes all for show,
Sharp spikes which are bright reflections of peace,
Tranquil with absolute real,
Shapes that flood in and shapes that flood out,
Whenever you spin round the wheel.
There’s red and there’s yellow, bright blue to dark green,
In hexagonal patterned delight,
And each of these colours create in my mind,
Fantastic thoughts that seem to ignite,
Every bit of my deep inner child,
Every bit of my deep that’s extreme,
Every piece of my mind that loves the bright colours,
Like the ones that I see in a dream.