A little bit of venting via poetry...
Like puppets we dance and romance
Unaware of the strings to which we are attached
The rope that guides us so gently into this trance
Chains to restrain
How can I break free?
What plan so devised could remedy such a structured existence
The poisons we ingest are our own
For a failed fortune I cannot place blame
For the sins we commit and the smoke we inhale
I cough because I'm a rookie, they say
take it like a man
and don't forget to pay your dues
for what cost are my own sins compensated?
Greetings and Salutations
Welcome to the real world
For what is genuine, sincere, and authentic?
I can no longer distinguish
Perhaps all my faith, all my trust, has diminished
Happiness is feasible
Of this there is no question
But Is the cure to life an unbreakable shell
Is it my soul I must sell?
Tender, loving, trusting, kind… it seems for this I am fined
Ignorant naïve? To some extent it may be
But my best intentions are always imminent
My happiness is pending,
Like a forthcoming business transaction
I'm waiting for them to seal the deal
But I am the contractor
I better make it happen on my own
Because today everyone is out for themselves.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A trip to sunny San Diego
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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