Sat here still telling a story
I don't know what it's called
But, I gave away the glory
After the words, I've hauled.
And I'm telling this story
In a dreamers way, I mean
It'll sound like a Jackanory
As I read Maynard Keynes,
And the scene opens more
Grows a winter wonderland
And Venus owns a hearts core
Shining love down on the sand.
As I walked through the Sahara
And when the rain started on
With drops of heavy Mascara
Kiss away the tears of wrong.
Now I see an Admiral butterfly
Who carries away the love it has
Away up yonder by sunny skies
How happy and beautiful, so glad.
I've never seen a place like this
Where water is red, blue and green
The waterfall bows to blow a kiss
Excellence like you've never seen.
And to be able to flow through you
When springtime arrives on time
And now the rivers flowing for you
And all the love I found was mine.
This poets paradise I'll call her cool
Sat on a beach sipping down Rum
As we kissed in the swimming pool
Bringing on the holidays then some.
This place shows magic quite fine
And the children have read my story
Lets you turn back the hands of time
Where in the beginning I lost my glory.
Now I'm thinking about home
Never released how long alone
For life to reveal something new
And winter wonderland stays blue.
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kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Had to come back to this a few times. It's mesmerising.
Flakes and shards of lifetimes memory and regret litter your lines of a sorrowful reminiscence and perhaps the human desire for the early years when "life was oh so simple then".
Your poetry would lend itself to slow oratory over a fine piece of classical or even modern trance music. Mystical sounds to embroider your construct of something not quite graspable but tangible nonetheless.
You're unique style is challenging for me but when i persevere its very rewarding.
Sorry for losing your sight reading over and over it. You must be crossed eyed by now. Ah, your commentry is boundless to abstract excellence in what ever you read. Your passion to dedication is something I've very rarely come across. Trance music, let's get it on or was that Sam Cooke who no doubt can perform a great rendition in front of your bedroom mirror...
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