My mood made me rude,
My dude soothed my mood;
All right all my nights dude,
Your loneliness makes a day grudge;
Let the world burn outside,
Let’s remember nobody outside;
Insanity makes me fervent dude,
Exigency needs your deeds, dude;
And when I watered in dread
I Reminisce,
With Tearful eyes more filled with bliss,
I Reminisce,
I could tell the moments like a dream,
Is all that we saw or seem;
You exalt my cheerfulness,
When I am in woefulness;
My mood made me rude,
My dude soothed my mood;
Pump on, lest death may play its part,
with weight of sin or righteousness.
It is not ours, this beating heart.
Indeed, when schemes may fall apart,
though souls be gripped by frightfulness.
Pump on, lest death may play its part.
And though the wiles of a sweetheart,
her leave to cause much woefulness.
It is not ours, this beating heart.
Or when death nears, and angels dart,
seek not redress for life’s caress.
Pump on, lest death may play its part.
All things forever from the start,
are linked as one through timelessness.
It is not ours, this beating heart.
Life is but hues of nature’s art,
not bound to whims of false noblesse.
Pump on, lest death may play its part.
It is not ours, this beating heart.
My love, a beautiful source of my happiness,
She brightens my gloomy days
Her smile drives away my sadness.
She is a pearl full of prettiness,
A queen that loves with care always,
My love, a beautiful source of my happiness.
Her majestic walk full of cuteness,
With shining eyes like rays,
Her smile drives away my sadness.
Before her, I was lost in darkness
Her arrival brought joy and lightened my ways,
My love, a beautiful source of my happiness.
Her voice if full of sweetness,
With her behind addictive as she sways,
Her smile drives a way my sadness.
I will cherish her in beatitude and woefulness,
How I pray to God she stays,
My love, a beautiful source of my happiness,
Her smile drives away my sadness.
I sail ashore a silent war
Shattered regret all the more
Angst sinks deep down ashore
Isolated like remnants of hatred to the core
Lonesome as a lazy lion in the streets of nothingness
And suddenly…
Sadness sweeps over me solemnly
Hushed sounds of revenge and envy sends vibes of virtuous vanity inside us all
Oceans between us and mountains among us
Rage rips us apart
Engaged in effulgent reveries
And I seek remedy
Shake off the tension from off our bones of all-alone
Imagine a world of woefulness melting into the Kingdom of Bliss
Living life with longevity and lament in mind for some odd reason
End the fear leaning against my every side and angels are on every angle, so watch out for them, for they will protect us with miracles and gifts
Neglect the wretched wolves of the deep unknown and seek the doves of delight
Tranquility will conquer over dangerous waters aflow and blasphemy for show
Weep no more and paint sunny smiles upon our faces of glorious grace
Anger will no longer linger around us and happiness will be our truth-trainer
Really bound to be sailing ashore on rivers and oceans of unremitting desire
Conscious this-consciousness
I’ll rule you with my one,
Will rest you when nighttime falls and
Smash you with my sun.
Will feed you with fit forces
Where nothing is to doubt,
Where sadness comes a-sneaking
No time to mess about.
When hopelessness is woefulness
A glimpse it shall not serve,
I’ll plot a long and with a song,
T’is me I will reserve.
Controlling what I can
To small things with precision,
So evil will not touch me
From peer positive position.
Taking what I can
Building myself strong,
So I will go the distance and
Life I will prolong.
Other you can stay there too
Though right there at the back,
I'll take charge and you I’ll barge
For perception you do lack.
One consciousness to rule
Then order will correct,
Any missing pieces
I forgot to check.
Conscious this- consciousness
Know I am wide awake,
Powerful and to my core
Not me- You’ll ever break.
The crossing .
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Along the shore of tomorrow and close to the inland sea
By the mountains of forgiveness and the lake of eternity.
With a river for the lost souls that travels through out the land
Over seeing all those passed
is the leader of the dammed .
What tithe or cost this crossing
Which direction must I go,
Along the shining path and toward that earthly glow?.
As The crimson clouds of woefulness
Cross the weary sky
Feelings of this once living
slowly pass me by.
The Ferry now approaches
and upon this sombre tide,
Forgotten memories haunt me now from the death I died.
The Ancient trees of this underworld
clutch and seem to grasp,
Their darkest heights swaying as whispered questions are asked.
Ripples approach the sacred shore
and as death steps out to greet,
Her hand out stretched
With the blackest cloak ,
Come with me ‘is all she’ll speak.
Now upon the barge all over takes my breath
I lay me down upon this day ,
and am newly born in death.
There's a place whence children dwell amid
fairy stories, popcorn rainbows & candied unicorns,
which is fine & dandy except when
you're supposed to be a grown-ass adult,
some people live 'round La-La landscapes
without a hint of reality's woefulness,
unable to read skywriting on the cosmos
If you believe in miracles or
that nothing ever changes
and love lasts forever and a day
or just say,
you got a damn ticket because
your unicorn was inconveniently double-parked,
rest assured thine meter is delusional
ONE DAY IN MAY
I didn’t hear the call that day
Instead I chose to fall away
I didn’t care what it had to say
Instead I chose to join the fray
It was a humid day in May that year
When a call came to make it clear
That warning fell on a deafened ear
When woefulness approached all too near
Today I recall that day too well
It’s part of the reason I’ll wretch in hell
I had a great deal of problems to quell
And so I fell under a specious spell
That call was ignored by a worrisome mind
And two blue eyes demanded blind
It hurts to look ahead as well as behind
For a meager junkie, me, the undersigned
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AS I STROLLED PAST THE PAST
I saw a soul so seductive
A wild woman with wile
Meeting her would have been counter-productive
Because I am a fool given to guile
She strolled by me with a stimulating smile
Yet I simply frowned in response
My life wouldn’t become hers to defile
For I am akin to a candle searching for a sconce
I am a candle being burned at both ends
As the flame heads for the center of wax
I have too many enemies but precious few friends
And love is something reality redundantly redacts
I watched the woman walk wondrously by
But I’ve known too many ladies who lie
They voice falsehoods and then say “goodbye”
As weariness and woefulness grow nigh
They come nearer to me than I need them to be
While the seductive tempt me with a grin
I don’t want to know why they want to know me
Because only a fool would want the scurrilous to begin
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