Poetry ~ Golden

Looking at tomorrow thinking of yesterday.
Watching lights in my head blink…

On, off, on, off.
Sitting and looking at yesterday’s tomorrows.

I wonder.
I ache.
I tremble.

I sit looking at today’s tomorrows.

What became of the dreams dreamed…

I felt I was at…
my summit of achievement,
at the pinnacle of this life.

Setting the spires ablaze.
Watch towers crumble.

Can you keep stoking the fires?

Hopes self-destructed. Nobody is here.

Sit and watch tomorrows run.

From life.
From death.

Wanting both!
Nothing left…

I sit and wait thinking of tomorrow.
Wanting it too be different than yesterday.

Some way…
Every way…

I sit…
Wanting; hoping…

Bits of sanity…
Madness sets me free.

But for what?
To be me?
How can I be free to be me?

I’m locked away where no one can see…
Holding onto hope.
Am I foolish?

Groping for insanity…

Set me free from this cage.
Insidious rage.

One grave.
Living grave.
Grave details.

Waving at the seashells,
holding purple flags,
flying golden flags.

Insistent, twice curved corner clown,
smiling into the eyes,
of a dead child.

One fierce day…

Everyone goes away,
having too much to say.

Nothing is said today.

One golden child…

Too many miles.
Blinking lights do defile.
Eve of deadly deed doe’s not end…

How do I let go?

Insanity and I too often have a drink together.

Blinking lights keep flashing,
CDs keep spinning all the while,
defiled little smile frowns,
trying to get away.

One thing.

(One thing… I will say? It is never just one thing.)

Saying the thing in spring!
A spring in your step before you wept.

Dated old chair,
is it time slept?

Greatest burden of beasts,
with eyes burnt.

Haven’t you heard them?
Can’t you hear them?

Wasting a day…
Wasting away.
Golden days. Golden ways.

Lost in a day’s daze haze.

Hopeless hearts,
weeping silent tears,
rolling crushing defeat.

All we do is get old.
Lost spring whispers.
Dandelion dew, bone, and blood chilled through.

Do you want something?
What do you want?
How much?

There is no nonsense.
Is this nonsense?

Do you want to live!
Making hearts ache.

We struggle to keep our mouths above,
indefinite mud.

Careless jitters from inordinate whispers.
Simple wands moving around inside,
as a crown and a frown.

Is that painting upside down?

Where do you flow?
To whom do you go?

Have you all forgotten all?

Will this time,
be forgotten.

Last caress of death,
find peace,
in your first breath.

Breathe in and out until you are deaf.

One more thing before I go!
Will I go?

You… Do. Not. Know.

For me,
life is all a show,
for my amusement and your abusement.

Beat your mind,
rape your soul,
so you choose it.

Breaking me won’t be easy.
No it won’t be done.

…I’m already broken…

Do not think you’re the only one.
Go inside dieing bride.

Simple neck caresses.
Now, nothing left.

Golden anvil of life,
meets silver mallet of death.

Wanting and waiting for final breath.


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