poetry

Sunday, 2 January 2011

I never went looking for this!!!

I'm a rubber ball...I'm a rubber ball...
.bounce me off a wall..
.DAMMIT...i wont ever fall....
you know you got some gall...
my engine wont ever stall...

here me echo down your hall...
I'm here on my own...standing tall...
stood on my own...after the fall...
only 5'6"  without clicks...never turned tricks...

my heart it wont ever stop....
beats down to the very last drop...
drop of blood in my veins...
bustin...feelin this disdain...
floating thru my brain....
happy in my insane...

so this chapters closed...
a lil bent is my nose...

took all the crap...
walking thru the dark...
not even a map...

with no map you cant be lost...
no end in sight...no startin point...
round and round...an endless road...
so pound your fists "DAMMIT" and carry your load...


so step back a while...take in the view...
it's clear from here...it's transparent...thru and thru...
i guess i never knew who ever it was posing as you...


take your spade...and dig a lil...
the earth at your feet you already know...
but who knows what lies below...
the more you shovel out of that hovel...
the more you find...of a different kind...
well i never...really are so clever...walking bondless into the heather...

no why...no how...this purse...
an ear from a sow...
clear your mind...clear what beats...
a fleeting interest...left sitting...back row seats...

not to worry...there was no hurry...
there was all the time...grapes on the vine...
always renew....regrow....but never again these seeds to sow...

back away...back right off...
wrap yourself in your invisible cloth...
hide from the world...and all therein...
all the while...without a sin...

there is no more...to close that door...
hear my footsteps fall... into distance...
once and for all...

enveloped in dark...
safe without your spark...
no more hurt...
lie  alone in my dirt...


from the Ashe's...
a phoenix to rise...
to blind again...
shield your eye's...
feel it's heat...
as you walk around...
your eye's on...your feet...
can you hear that sound...

no more walls to walk into...
4am...this time someone else ...a different lean to...
do not text...
do not call...
do not scrawl upon my wall...

no more fingers i have to gnaw...
only stumps...emotionally raw...

hear the blackened crow...in its final "caw"...
plummets from on high...
choosing its time today to die...
lonely...distant...unheard thud...
into the ground...a mist of blood...
happy in its final breath...
lived its life...
a salute to it's death...

no more sorrow...
no more pain...
climb from the bottom...
from there you can only gain...

to live...to love...a hand...a glove...
to learn...to feel...and have it taken...it's a steal...
but if you have nothing...then there's nothing to loose...
so from your neck...remove your noose...

don't hide away...don't do recluse...
touche...forever a truce...

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