The sun sank in rippling waves
The day ends as if washed away
The harbour is full of sails
What is this town’s name?
Its old streets I see quite clearly
I’m sure I’ve been here before
I know it seems a bit silly
But what did I travel here for
I can’t recall, if you ask me
But if you don’t, I might
Remember the beach and the sea
The lighthouse lamp in the night
From this I could tell you something
What I think you already know
As you knew that I’m good for nothing
But neither of us let it show.
I could be going deaf
in my right ear.
One of the neighbor’s dogs
has it out for me
one day it will break down
it’s fence and like the Berlin Wall
I will be history.
I think I might end up
homeless for a time
or sleep in a shelter
one eye open in the back of my head.
I have fallen in love
I think it is going to break my heart
in only a matter of time.
Could be that all these things
are for the better
or they are omens of demise
but I have been dying for twenty-six years
not sure how much longer
but that does not concern me anymore.
• She's at it again
• When will this stop?
• To me, until I hear the sound of a chandelier drop
• The pitch black sky shines brighter than you
• I don't know why I stayed
• All this time I thought you cared
• I was too blinded to see I've been played
The poor cloud pouring tears in form of rain
Said someone, "He must be in pain"
Another recalled, "but his happiness was in the lamp
Safe & arcane"
Commenced the wise, "but now it's in vain
Don't you remember the presence of hurricane?
Almost impossible, the removal of the stain
Truth for the humans, for the vampires, vervain!
Cause here's July, the reason for everyone's disdain!"
Vast in our vague wealth
Our deceived value we stare
We have missed the truth
he spoke dramatic: speaking truthof an uncertain future.
He gave remedy and spoke of it's cost. They laughed and boo'd him
They saw need to divide their loyties from rasionl thought.
"A tommorrow uncertain is adventure for adventurous people": one
spoke."You doomy fool go back to the books", another voice said. I listened from the radio in the kitchen, not knowing what ws said here would change the way we looked at the tommorrows yet to come!
Promises Made Out of Sight
David J Walker
The projection on the wall of
Solid imagination
The illumination
of what might be
tomorrow
a day of sorrow
a day of borrowed joy
a day that employs
furloughed friends on
borrowed time
I rise early in anticipation
Believing the moon will set
And the sun will rise
As yesterday’s page turns
Into tomorrow’s light
The illustrations are vague
But such is the stuff of
Promises made
Out of sight
The trains motion
carries me along
into
thoughts of you.
Glimpses of the
past rush by
and
impress me
with their poise.
Distant and faded
vague visions
of fervent times
with you
slip by.
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So blunt and brave
Words that rave
Awaken feelings from grave
Don't know when to cave
Beseech you to behave
Snuggle you in reserve.
Lost
Murky
Ashen smoke
Vanishing gaze
Vague
Muse
Striking
Silver chimes
Vision true, sharp
Clear.
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A desolate disposition
Remarkably remote
A silent, nagging tension
A prickle in my throat
A heavy hearted sorrow
Debilitating weights
A fear for each tomorrow
The trials that may await
Isolated troubles
Breed in solitude
Keeping safe, my bubble
Has become the thing I do
No one will ever know me
I’m acting all the time
It sure gets awful lonely
Beneath these lies of mine
I have some trembling hands;
I can scarcely type a word.
The Age of Pessimism has passed
Like the sweeping dress of a ballroom dancer
From another passed time,
So we find ourselves in the
Age of the Vague and Fearful.
Two hearts entwine in ecstasy
Fantasy of impossibility,
Where acceptability from parent
Is vague and blank ,
But their love is deep
Full of passion and emotions,
Two teenage hearts fused together ,
Blind to the world,…ready to fly ,
Oblivion of their future..,
Education….
Love lifted up ,others relegated…
What will put asunder ?
Maturity…or religion or class…
It looks like a mirage ,
And on the other side oasis in arid land .
3-28-2017
Last night when the first
snow fell I was hovering
on the doorstep of
yours anxiously and
wringing my hands without a
dare to knock, even
my voice was laced by
unspoken poetry and
only stuttering
came out of my mouth.
I wanted to act; to love
out loud and fill the
space in between, but
under the shadow of a
doubt this void was made to grow.
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