Standing on a rusted platform,
I look towards the looming, tarnished steel clock,
Ticking away my final moments of existence.
Oceanic eyes swell with liquid salinity
As a hollowing whistle booms in the close distance.
The scent of petrol mingles with midnight paranoia.
Placing a shaking hand upon my vibrating chest,
I can detect the trembling of a trepidatious heart,
Whilst the monstrous whistle is getting louder now—
Signaling the next, next stop: ruination.
Pulling up, two ghastly doors creak open,
Heralding me towards finality.
Stepping inside, all that surrounds is a blazing fog,
Like some surrealistic, dreamy haze
Engulfing my every gasping breath.
Choking on the ashes of all the sins
I have branded onto loved ones’ flesh,
I slam to the floor as the tempo of the train accelerates,
Jolting over a swinging bridge,
Taking my corrupted spirit
Over a modern-day River Styx.
Watch what you say, watch what you think,
the ruling class has Kool-Aid, they want you to drink.
Do as they say, not as they do,
rules not for them, just me and you.
The politicians don't give a crap,
got your vote with a stimulus trap.
You must remember nothing is free,
higher prices and taxes, just wait and see.
They want us to fight and never unite,
the poor far left and the poor far right.
Think we are all a deplorable sort,
not up to their standards, we just fall short.
They preach the planet is headed for doom,
too many have nots and not enough room.
While they live in mansions and drive big cars,
they go to prepare us a place, I think it's called Mars.
3/5/21
Next stop is where I begin
Your fears walking a tightrope
Next turn is when I spin
And I’ve got your heart like a top
Next stop – head over heels
Your voice stuck in your throat
Next turn hold your happy meal
'cause I’ve got your head in a coast
Next stop I’ve got your joy
Expressed in your deafening scream
Next turn I’m now your favourite toy
You savour the ride in a tub of ice cream
Next stop – you’ll jump straight back in
Your fears vaporised in a thrill
Next turn – still high on adrenaline
Kicking and screaming with zeal
Next stop you’ll wobble at the knees
Headlong - climbing the steep slopes
Next turn you’ll feel a bit woozy
Unabatedly anticipating the next stop
07-29-2015
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Contest Name: TRAINS AND FANTASY
NEXT STOP SERENITY
Wake me up when I get there
The place that keeps me aimed ahead
Wake me when it all becomes clear
And I won’t accept an “instead”
Don’t offer me an alternative
I want the actual place
Life has a lot to give
Like a lover’s loving embrace
I will ride this train until I arrive
And won’t depart at just any depot
I promised myself that I will survive
After searching high and low
It’s been a lifelong battle I’ve fought
Through villages and too many towns
Between destiny and delight I have been caught
And have seen the transfer of too many crowns
So shake me awake when I get there
Lift me from this uncomfortable bed
I’m aimed for a place where there is no fear
And hopefully I’ll arrive before I’m found dead
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The door closes
a tunnel too dark to wander
if an idol starts to ponder
ignorance is an existence
a title along the
minds of many assunder
yet we need to learn
if you see a way
do we need to turn
just keep going whispers
in my ear
my heart to follow
eagerness trying to trade today for tommorow
no time for sorrow
one deep breath
two feet on the floor
three eyes open
the door opens
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