Filed under: writings | Tags: Eternally, poem, poetry, Reprised, Spinning, still, tattle, tittle, wheel, writing, writings
The world’s nothing more than a spinning wheel
And before you know it, you’re eternally still.
And all of this time you wasted,
On counting rice in a cornfield.
So we try to simplify it all.
See the world through a layman’s eyes,
See the world as simply complicated.
Filed under: Favorites, writings | Tags: cheap, clock, Coming, Home, poem, poetry, routine, wine, writing, writings
A throbbing head.
Darling, It’s two a.m.
Took some water and downed some pills.
Watch the world spin round the sun.
The clock ticks on, and the same thing happens,
Time after time, day after day.
Remember the past,
Well, smile about it,
Just how did you think you got through it?
Move along, it’s seven-thirty.
Form a straight line,
Form a bee line.
Don’t be falling, for some cheap wine.
Think of all the times ahead,
And keep on marching.
Home again,
The rain taps falling,
On window panes like silver lights,
And watch the reds mingle with the green.
And its on the go again.
Wonder what’s been keeping the traffic,
Why does it take so long to come on home,
You know well what you’ve been missing.
Worry not,
Kick off your shoes, draw up the sheets
It’s a show night tonight.
Your future’s with the somnambulist,
But take a peek anyway,
Witness the eclipse of the moon.
And eventually you’ll be coming home.
I’m coming home again.
Coming home soon.
Filed under: writings | Tags: blues, poem, poetry, revelry, selfish, writing, writings
Rid me of these blues.
My world is in trouble.
The once orange coloured skies,
Have gone and fade to grey.
And when will this feeling go away?
And will it always stay this way?
Will I ever stop running in circles?
And succumb of a vision of doubting haze.
All the splendor and triumphs,
I’ll trade it all in an instant,
For one moment of selfish revelry.
