Where has it gone? I had it thus...
To make bold a troubled mind.
For as you see... it's up to me
To keep the dregs in line.
I feel naked with its absence...
Unsure how to bear the cost.
Beset with want and worry...
I search for what is lost.
I peered 'neath my feathered bed
But only dust was there to see.
I checked beside the bellied stove
But naught was there to be.
Full of righteous waffling...
With mirrored judgments to process.
I alone... would cast forth stones
To rid the world of excess.
With an arrogance stoked in hubris...
I found along the shore of pride's debris...
My true companion and trusted friend...
Oh sweet hypocrisy.
The End
Madness stirs their passions...
Such dregs have stacked the deck.
Ideas resurrected from the dustbin
Of History... make bold their disrespect.
Ideologies of egotists and lunatics
Prey now upon the weak.
They salivate their malcontent...
It is wry carnage that they seek.
Devoid of humility and prudence...
Learning nothing of the past.
If we fail to confront these miscreants...
Society will not last.
It's been thought for many years...
Wisdom comes with age.
But my friend... the ship has sailed...
The dregs will have their day.
Don't be fooled by their actions
And the crazy things they do.
Some adults are nothing more...
Then kids in bigger shoes.
The End
Would the Universe permit a small
Discretion... as I lie here cold and grey?
Knowing it be well within its powers...
To grant me one more day.
What would I do with such a boon
To make an Angel beam with pride?
Would I manage some small triumph
Before I finally up and die?
Would I take time to smell the flowers
With one last stroll on Nature's ground?
Would I search the majestic valley
Where the tree of life is found?
Would I avoid the petty narcissism
Threatening to lead my soul astray?
Would some glory be reimbursed in song
To make bold that extra day?
But my universal wish is rather simple
As frivolous needs are born away.
Just return my Earthly Mother...
So we may be together one more day.
The End
My jealousy broods a colored hue
Awash in love's torment
As I feed the green-eyed-monster
To make bold such discontent.
Happiness holds no measure
In a world past its prime.
I will smell no summer roses.
I will drink no summer wine.
I ignore my many blessings
As obsession demands a sacrifice.
I mourn not the good that fades away.
I will pay the highest price.
There are easier ways to live...
I know this to be true
But jealousy is the tyrant...
I've hitched my wagon to.
The End
The showers of May
Will rain all day
Grief is a way
That helps you
Set aside old fears
The heat of August
Has all but bought us
Your eyes will shine
Love... Hate intertwines
The cold of October
Will make bold colder
The sound of despair
Is your heart's chair
Meanwhile.....
The galaxy will blast
Thoughts will race fast
Tears will set aside fears
So set on those beers