The curtain drops as the actors bow;
Fire whispers her last as the wax wanes;
The sun hides as the night comes now;
Lands sink slowly in the land of Danes.
Kings fall. Governments topple.
Rocks crumble. Snowmen melt.
Dragon slain. Man breathes his last.
Soldiers die. An apple drops.
Some things are meant to go.
Some things are meant to end.
Here is my last insane soliloquy.
Stab me, darling. Say our goodbye.
Some things are meant to go.
Some things are meant to end.
As my life ends, I pray in my tome.
Thank God almighty, I'm coming home.
Au revoir.
Au revoir.
Au revoir.
Some things are meant to go.
Some things I wished didn't end.
But some things aren't meant to be.
Some things are meant.
To end.
Monday, 21 December 2015
Saturday, 24 October 2015
Rain
Drip. Drop. The heavens cry tonight.
The stars have been prisoned above
By clouds that devoured their light.
Shadow of an eagle hunting a white dove.
Drip. Drop. I feel your tears tonight
On my cheeks. I can't tell if its mine
Or yours. No moon nor moonlight
To reflect upon the sorrow undivine.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
End feels so far, and water clings
To me and my second skin and
My soul feels so drenched in this
That I feel like I'd never be dry.
As heavens cry. So do I.
The stars have been prisoned above
By clouds that devoured their light.
Shadow of an eagle hunting a white dove.
Drip. Drop. I feel your tears tonight
On my cheeks. I can't tell if its mine
Or yours. No moon nor moonlight
To reflect upon the sorrow undivine.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
End feels so far, and water clings
To me and my second skin and
My soul feels so drenched in this
That I feel like I'd never be dry.
As heavens cry. So do I.
Friday, 23 October 2015
Drive
A man is a simple creature
Like water left lonely
Will stagnate and rot.
Kept coursing like river's vein
Ever driving on a road
Where the destination unknown
In midst of sun and rain.
The fluid finds purpose,
A life beyond where it began.
Whether it was win or lose
Sometimes ends up within a life.
Yet never has a man who has
Reached everything they dreamt of
Sat and thought i hath won
For long until the itch of life
The true lie of modernity
Sucess does not lie
In the destination
But rather the drive of getting there.
When the journey's over
Take a pint and a hiatus.
Then open up the map
Pick the next path
And resuscitate the engine.
Get back on the road.
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