These cement shoes…
They hold me down.
I’ve got the blues.
It’s not profound.
I do not care.
I’ve paid my dues.
But still, I wear
These cement shoes.
A ball and chain
Holding me back.
I place the blame
On all I lack.
I’m unaware
Of any pain
But still I wear
A ball and chain.
It seems a strange philosophy.
Ignoring all my history.
What won’t cut deep must leave a bruise.
And you can’t run in cement shoes.
I’ve stainless steel
Around each wrist.
Yes, life is real
But hit or miss.
And I just stare.
I cannot feel
Because I wear
This stainless steel.
My cement shoes.
A mortal sin.
I cannot lose
But I can’t win.
It’s so unfair
But that’s old news
For still, I wear
These cement shoes.
Hold on, this won't last forever.
Beyond this storm, is perfect weather.
Focus on the good, not the bad things.
Remember, only angels have perfect wings.
Anger and retaliation, only bring despair.
It never ends, it's never fair.
So I encourage you to toss those shoes.
So that karma, only pays good dues.
And when the days gone, you'll sleep at night.
Because you forgave, not because you were right.
BEQUEATHED SHOES…
I’m walking in the shoes
Of my father’s father’s Father:-
I never had to tie them,
Though I had to bend down
To slip them on:-
I never wanted to take them off;
In them, my soul joyously walked.
Their soles walked me over hate–
Footprinting it with each loving step;
Leading me to the blessed waters
To wash feet in labors of love:-
May my children likewise walk
In the shoes of their father’s Father.
My old shoes
croon
songs with
sweet loud notes.
My old shoes
grace
the old soul
of my worn soles.
Suicidal people are selfish!
They are arrogant.
They are full of pride.
They never think of those
that they leave behind.
Thinking ridiculous things like,
"My family will never miss me"
or
"My friends? They never cared".
They don't know what pain really is.
Hardships, heartache, heavey burdens.
They know nothing.
I work forty to sixty hours a week.
Giving my family the life I never had
and even still,
if I was gone tomorrow,
the only thing they would miss
is my money.
My friends are closer to being acquaintances.
I doubt they would truly care
if something happened to me.
These people considering suicide,
they would never last a day
in my shoes.
The ghastly gum
on the bottom
of my size nine shoes
Was put there by you~
A spit of spite;
A malicious verse,
A romantic curse~
Your love is slightly underwhelming
Like a supernova imploding!
Beware
The dogs of war,
I swore ~
Dreaded double-bubble
is my sword,
I will stick you to the freeway fast-lane
(You rundown Gandy Dancer),
And like Marvelous Medusa,
Turn you into languid stone
for eternity…
Or for ten enchanting days,
Whichever comes first!
These shoes I wear?
It's not the looks that set my eyes aflame,
Nor yet their style that gives them fame.
These shoes I wear?
Most wouldn't dare adorn such ancient ware,
But would rather make fun and stare.
These shoes I wear?
Too few know what I know about these shoes.
If others knew, they too would get a clue.
These shoes I wear?
They were gifted to me by a dear loved one
Who's now passed on, leaving my heart torn.
These shoes I wear?
I wear them proudly with no regards to fashion,
But with love for my grand daughter and a heart
Filled with passion.
They bare the site of ancient days,
But embraces me with memories.
My wife advised I dispose of them.
She once angered me by hiding them.
When finding them, it felt like being
reunited with a long lost friend.
My wife had forgotten from whom
Those shoes came. But I'm happy
That she now understands why I
Refuse to part with them.
I treasure my special pair of shoes
Like none I have ever owned or worn.
Some parts of them are ragged and torn,
And shoe laces no longer fit in them.
Fashionable, they are not. In fact, they
Are clearly aged and unsitely, but I'm unashamed to wear them. They are
One of my most proudest possessions.
Useless and 'throws-aways' to everyone
Else, but to me, priceless.
Perhaps they look older than they are
Because I wear them a lot. They were
Gifted to me by my only grand daughter
5 years ago. She passed away 2 years
Later.
I called her Papa Girl. I intend to wear
Those shoes until I leave this world.
Ya'll know Frustantien
Yeah aint he the one
who wife left him
while he was getting
a root canel.
I heard she took to the doctor
dropped off
and while he was there had the
moving company come
and pack up
and took her stuff to
a new place
and aint tell him nothing.
Nah, I heard he got emplants
and she said
she didn't like him smiling
up in woman faces first
cause he stopped doing that
while he was snagger-toothed
but the thought of
going thought that again,
she just couldn't do it.
He told me she became a birdliked creature
and flew him
to a polluted lake
where he turn to stone
and she flew him back and dropped
him to earth
where he shattered to stone.
Well anyway, I heard that he and
his wife were getting back together
she moved back in a coouple days ago.
They some nasty people, bet she
been out there doing God knows what
with any ole body:
We know he is!
(Laughing they changed the subject to something else)
To live a thousand lives through the eyes of others
A gift that often goes forgotten
The soul of another
Person that is not me
Or you or she
The tallest giraffe or the smallest bee
The shoes of a neighbor can walk forever
You’d never know the distance until
Much much later
Is the moment where we sit down and ponder
If I had those shoes might i have wandered
As far as the original owner did go
Or would I have stopped, hopped to and fro
You can never truly ever know
If the person beside you
has climbed a mountain in the same shoes of the one you confide in
The soles might be gone, the shoelaces
All dirty for they have donned these shoes
For years upon years
You would know that if you only opened up your ears
To hear and to listen or maybe to feel
The contents of their person
That may be like you
Or not at all
Maybe the wall in your thinking
Is a simple diversion
Your shoes are too new, too shiny
To see through the bubble in which you exist
To live a thousand lives through the eyes of others
Is a gift that sits in the back of our mind
If only we spared a thought to remind
The whiff a nasty niff a strong pong
may be earth-shaking
but if we do me and you
beautiful music we'll be making
when I break out my guitar
and strum a song
then you remove your shoes
and hum along
Had a funeral for old stilettos today
Piled them up in a bag to give away
My toes rejoice at the amicable divorce
Happy to escape aching feet of course
Missing only the the pro of added height
And feeling sexy only for navy neon night
Red bottoms traded for my comfortable shoes
Better for my health with only pain to lose
That pair of ol’ gray leather shoes
Withstanding the tests of time
Mama got me big-life primed
But now I’ll tell you
I got other shoes
That can’t take the mud
These are forever pardoned
Three pairs of Chucks
White, yellow, and purple
No wait, in order of purchase
Yellow.
Purple.
White.
Then there are my
Thick leather adidas
A thrift store find
A f'ing thirteen
So hard to find
Oh my
I’m feeling
Alive tonight
Oh my
Feeling like
Everything’s
Gonna be alright
Today is out of order.
I just want to flee,
everything is biting me like a big yellow bee.
The day started off with mold on my brie,
then I lost my only house key.
Under the bed looking for my shoe on one knee,
my pants went wet with pee.
Please just set me free,
this is my one and only plea.
I don’t want to tell you what to do
I can only tell you what’s true
beware of new shoes at school
they can leave you black and blue
blistered, and embittered
By the end of second lecture
I was so affected
I had to slip them off
and walk around barefoot
enduring the side-eyed censure
my barefootedness triggered
to avoid further scandal
Charles brought me some mule sandals
and by third lecture, all was happily corrected.
Anyway, don’t let this happen to you
fashion can make you a fool
unless they’re sneakers, of course
I’m not sneaker averse
I ended up washing my feet
in a tiny ladies-room sink
what else could I do?
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A song for this:
A Girl Called Johnny by The Waterboys
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I discovered a band from the 80s - The Waterboys - I LOVE their every sound.
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