In love with trash trucks and bar signs Dirty sidewalks and chaotic lines Stepped on dead rats riding the rail Soothing sirens announce a bloodied trail
A desperate reach to grab the air The rambling mind, a heart laid bare Spilt milk and the ding, ding, ding! A date with disaster or a song to sing?
In love with bar signs and trash trucks The struggle to enjoy a couple more bucks A bustled hustle each patron employs The sound of a memory, a beautiful noise
Shouts from the wet streets are rising Up the five floors exercising A cozy space amongst the debris Dreamt by dreams, it’s no life ordinary
Is it safe to sit on old memories? The musty heat binds spells The hint of all possibilities Returned to through dusted smells
The tales all began right here The crossroads of the village meeting Cherished moments soon disappear Disruptions thankfully fleeting
Why did these histories not repeat? They were where legends made One or two remain on this street But nothing else has stayed
Who now will push the swing, Laugh at the falling from the tree? To sit in the light the moon will bring And who will remember me?
Submitted to the above picture at this week’s No Theme Thursday which brought to mind Polvo’s Light of the Moon (hence the penultimate line). The picture makes me nostalgic for my childhood village life, where legends were absolutely made, yet not repeated by the following generations.
*It’s so hard to celebrate Knowing all the things I know Seeing all the things I’ve seen The heartache of being forced to grow
Gone is the laughter Along with all the pains Smoothed out all the ups and downs Only my shell remains
But I’ll pick up the cup again And force myself to form a smile Use up a little bit more of the magic In celebration for a while
Still held in back of mind A sliver of suspicion to spoil To temper all the champagne bubbles Dark whispers ply their toil
Submitted to What’s Going On – balance and for the prompt of ‘celebration’ at completing my first course at AllPoetry.com. Maybe these words seem a little dark but for me they represent a life of fewer ups and downs and a smoother balance in my thoughts and actions. *First three lines appropriated from Lou Barlow’s ‘It’s So Hard To Fall In Love’.
Lulled into obedience Cocooned in a routine Lulling in a language The soft belly fattened Lulled back to sleep A thief’s hand in the pocket A lull in the fighting Fresh-faced provincial naivety
A Crisis
Always in need of a crisis To keep putting up prices Push the thorn in deeper Make this pain a keeper Today was another bad day Another breath stolen away A cake built from glitter and guns Towards the battle runs
A Lull; A Crisis
Lulled into obedience, always in need of a crisis Cocooned in a routine to keep putting up prices Lulling in a language, push the thorn in deeper The soft belly fattened make this pain a keeper Lulled back to sleep, today was another bad day A thief’s hand in the pocket, another breath stolen away A lull in the fighting, a cake built from glitter and guns Fresh-faced provincial naivety towards the battle runs
Enthralled by perceived charisma, you will hear these words oft-repeated We will provide you what you deserve of which you’ve been cheated The masks will swap, convincing you that change means not the same Scapegoating other players is just the way ahead in this game
There’s no escaping the treadmills that you yourself wished created Signed on to the terms and conditions that we have dictated Ignorance is a more terrible curse than anything we could invent So the illusion must be maintained with your monies well spent
I tried some long-line rhyming! The initial inspiration for this was the 7th line, taken from the comic Shadowman – hence the title.
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