Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade
where you must balance precariously
for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall
It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all
It’s far too risky to care
to put yourself out there
You slipped once before
perhaps you were pushed
It left a nasty scar
which is quite a coincidence
You’ve never been the same since
as when a child’s innocence
has been stolen away
Wisdom is won by such wounds
but much can be lost too
We are all simply people who
eat, drink, piss, sh*t and screw
until we come to our inevitable end
A few are fortunate and do it
in penthouses, mansions
fancy flats in exclusive sections of cities
sleeping on satin sheets
while some must settle for a single room
a shack or the streets
At least in one respect they’re luckier than you
The world doesn’t give a damn what they do
Categories:
penthouses, care, celebrity, judgement, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
From way up high I wish you could see
All of God’s beauties surrounding me
Mountain tops covered in dazzling white snow
Sapphire blue clouds reflecting in oceans below
Carefree and gentle the rivers would flow
While animals are grazing happily down low
Colorful patches the flowers they grow
Orchards and trees
Butterflies and bees
Oh what a delightful scene!
Fields spread wide of emerald green
Silver sandy beaches and deserts all dry
All can be seen while soaring high
The hustle and bustle of the human race
How life passes at a rapid pace
Skyscrapers and penthouses towering high
Looking down, enamored eye
Such a wondrous sight to see
If only you were perched on the ledge besides me
Categories:
penthouses, 4th grade, animal, bird,
Form: Rhyme
Penthouses
Are not the retreat
They are the meat
That sandwich the talent
On balconies
Away from the juice
That produces
Abuse and misuse
Of time better spent
With friends
And open ends
The bends hide
From the start
Categories:
penthouses, art,
Form: Free verse
Sad lions set in Moscow stone
Watch motion streams
With lips so pulled and long
They follow people flows
Sad faces, smiles, tears and laughs
Fragments glum or grey
Sad lions sucking on spaghetti strands
Flags and symbols changed and rulers come and gone
Sad lions droop in mournful pose
Other creatures pompous proud
Puffed fat as bloated toads
Blank-eyed, hurry past
With thoughts of car parks underground
Or penthouses
And towers higher than in Shanghai
Higher than in Dubai
Their lions would be gold
The haughty sort to guard the doors
For mannered faces be the mirror glass
It wouldn’t be a Moscow thing to play
At being lions, stretch one’s lips in sorrowed pout
But then again, the merchants and the nobles
Perhaps stayed young at moments in their day
Categories:
penthouses, city, society,
Form: Free verse