. for public domain
(after listening to Wolfmother Vagabond, rhythm lifted without permission)
The wind blows down the railroad track,
it blows on down the road.
The creek flows down the gully out back,
to where I never knowed.
I'm just sittin' on my own porch swing,
sippin' wine.
I'm just grinnin' on my old porch swing,
feelin' fine.
I'm just sinnin' on the old porch swing,
passin' time.
I got my house, I got my dog,
I got my blue suede shoes.
Pitless cherry in a cherry pie,
no cause to light my fuse.
I'm just sittin' on my own porch swing,
sippin' wine.
I'm just grinnin' on my old porch swing,
feelin' fine.
I'm just sinnin' on the old porch swing,
passin' time.
The sun is way up in the sky,
the moon is up there too.
and if you've got a mind for fun,
I singin' this with you.
We're just sittin' on an own porch swing,
sippin' wine.
We're just grinnin' on an old porch swing,
feelin' fine.
We're just sinnin' on an old porch swing,
passin' time.
Categories:
pitless, happiness, song,
Form: Rhyme
I sat at the river bank like a jobless swimmer
as the flank of my heart wandered into the thick of oblivion
I am not here to bathe at the river
and I am not jobless too;
the unfriendly sun bit my soft succulent skin mercilessly
but my harmless yet sensitive skin
has chosen the path of peace with the sun
for all that is oppressing me and drawing my attention
is the pitless puzzle and mighty matrix
concocted from within the crypts of my heart
I eagerly sip my cold wine
like a joyful and fulfilled septagenarian
but I am neither joyful nor fulfilled
I then lift my head from the darkness of my heart
towards the eloquence of the setting sun
and screamed with renewed vigour
like a lunatic giant who is both drunk and overfed
"O star my emblem and staff" will you ever rise again?
if you rise, will you ever glow again?
will you attract kings, nobles and pawns to me?
I am exhausted from my shouting and I need energy
I reached for the remnant of my wine
and gulped it voraciously
may God be gracious to me as he was at my birth.
Categories:
pitless, depression, hope, life, me,
Form: Free verse
when pharisees and saducess
and men of might and valour
conspired with men to rob of men
of Him the glorious power
they spoke of plans
concocted schemes
and as a wolf devours
they nailed him up upon a tree
at the third and darkened hour
they sought to block
The Rock with rock
from granite hewn a coffin womb
as sunlight turned the dark to day
some women went to mourn and pray
they went to roll the stone away
they went to sing and praise His name
and ere they neared the pitless tomb
Behold! Behold! There was no groom
in his place an angel sat
who spoke of things a simple fact
He Lives! He Lives!
The Son of God has Life!
Death He takes and Life He gives!
the end of fear and strife
For Jesus Christ has died for you
and risen three days hence
to take away your sins from you
so a new you may commence
Categories:
pitless, faithmen,
Form: Free verse
a wonderer hidden in thee a woe of no hope
only to call upon minds of those who provoke
Winter shall warm my mind only to provail
until i submit my mind on a pathlesst trail
a living sinkhole deep within a pitless pit
alone succured in a mist of lislistness
Oh! thou that crave a beam of light
only to be tormented by fitfull fright
curled in mind body and soul
can't turn back oh so old
told only the darkness within to shy away
so my soul can mend not driven away
Categories:
pitless, depression
Form: I do not know?
Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores,
then moving away.
Search for eternity erases
the designs. Birth
and death cling together.
I let go the passion,
the deviation of fear.
There cannot be two lives.
When the illusion meets
the pain, truth laughs,
I forego my future,
tear the past and burn the present.
Failed life hangs on
the silence of sorrow.
Names don’t hold any charm
they come & go. Days
drop like long coats
I search the night.
The desperate seeking
will not end the journey
It is there in the dark hole of the heart.
A pitless gloom.
I am afraid to be revealed.
Art of life is scissored,
Anniversary of flirtation
with death forgotten. We celebrate.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
pitless, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: ABC