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Sat along a steeping ledge
Listening to an old man’s woes.
Sat still in the yellow light.
He told me what I ought to know.
He told me with a whisper of regret.
Told me he was chasing Romeo.
And all the while my feet were numb.
My hands were cold,
And lips were shaking.
I lost the world because he had stolen it.
With his eyes, his words and his glamorous gestures.
Away from the place I had guarded for so long.
And from behind his glistening eyes,
He warned,
“I’m a liar, through and through”.
My thoughts trailed away with him.
Like smoke in the mid-night sky.
As he sat so sombre and frail.
I saw myself in his wake.
His ebbs and flows.
Every moment of his falling.
Every detail of his humiliation.
Captured in the back of the mind’s eye.
There I wept for him,
For he solely speaks the truth.
And the truth is all I seek.
But the truth is often pain.
More trouble than it’s worth.
“A simple choice awaits:
To stay ever so still.
Or to fade slowly with the tides.”
It was then I knew the things he used to know.
How to stop chasing Romeo.
Filed under: writings | Tags: fly, Man, Moon, natural, nature, night, on, persona, poem, poetry, sky, the, writing, writings
Man on the moon, how are you tonight.
Have you been watching me on my lonesome plight?
Have you been flying lawlessly,
On the tip of a sleepy night owl.
By the light of the midnight sun.
Or have you just been sitting and watching.
Me, as I blew in the wind.
Formless and erratic.
I’ve been following a map, you see.
Blinded, without a guide, you see.
And now I’m lost somewhere between the mountains and the sea.
Did I mention I was wrong?
Did I mention I looked the other way?
Did I mention I missed the open road and strayed off the pathway?
So man of words, will you please respond.
Or was it that you said too much.
Or was it that it was just never enough.
Maybe you hadn’t really noticed much.
But who can blame you when you live so high.
Perhaps you had other matters to attend to.
Or maybe you’ve finally lost your voice.
Finally out of words.
That’s all fine.
That’s all good.
I’ll just fall asleep as I should.
For time will pass,
And there you’ll be.
Up in the air for the world to see.
Running the errands of the rest of the world.
I’ll stay a while perhaps.
Stay in the open air and watch you instead.
But it’s late and I should find shelter.
A roof over my head.
A place to call home.
Filed under: writings | Tags: alibi, battle, beautiful, poem, poetry, shrapnel, words, wound, writing, writings
My beautiful alibi.
A most wonderful way to say goodbye.
An excuse for most sleepless nights.
The key to many unsolved riddles.
Fly under the radio dial,
Under a cloudy blanket,
With a torch in the air.
We chase the setting sun,
as we chase the last train home.
Forever missing the light.
The race has been run,
The battle now won.
Others may bear wounds or shrapnel,
But I travel on home,
With a pocket full of a beautiful alibi.
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Chasing the setting sun,
A battle finally losing.
And one day you’d find someone,
But wonder if it was all worth it.
Cause there was always a danger.
A danger of falling,
Beneath The cliffs,
And into the folds.
Before you finally realize,
you should’ve taken a step back.
Started reading the signs.
Move closer to the fire alarm,
A little safer along the ledge.
Should’ve been the one to have started something.
I wanna be startin’ somethin’.
Maybe by now you’re already stumbling.
Plummet a thousand miles underground.
Go sailing without a parachute,
And have the time of your life.
Cause by tomorrow it would all be changing.
An inch by a centimeter.
Sway me gently in the breeze.
Tonight we forget the fire.
Dance till the well runs dry.
And perchance we remember tomorrow.
Tomorrow will fade away.
