The Meandering Flows.

kevin browne

Help me dear father, father I have sinned
Wall upon the staircase paintings on the heart
Dear people of this world never to be binned
Stand upon the stage and each plays a part

Where once roamed a loving caring being
For this world outside your window fades
Wipe away the misty blindness and seeing
Colours in the rainbow bring a brighter day.

Standing to attention for the work is staged
Rolling the dice against the filled up delight
And when the floor is a red-blooded plague
Then a strength to desire is a Moonlit Night.

The imaginations keep growing with love
And people in despair of robbing the loot
Take for granted where life needs a shove
And to remember the good old heavy boot.

Sharing thoughts outside the realm of reality
A change in order to understand how it goes
Developing dreams from inside a personality
Where rivers sparkle as the meandering flows.

And when winter comes it holds out its hand
With a smile on the Sunshine beaming down
Try to consume the wisdom for love is grand
And those crows feet reach upon your frown.

The distant murders, mysteries and memories
Call out for a new book to be read on Sundays
And to find a new you over the distant realities
A nod and a wink of an eye go for another day.

A King, a Queen, you, me and a certain friend
Shouting at a Princess about the way she looks
A dress, her hair, no man to borrow, help or lend
And another sparkling diamond ring off the hook.

A government building was blown up in 1605
Gunpowder packed and he has not been seen
Another murder mystery, but this time he's alive
Worlds away from those places we haven't been.

Break the law into a million pieces and more
Feel the Earth move where you're meant to be
Scratches and scars and blood upon the floor
To whisper in desperation of blindness to see.

Caught in the act of what you want to do
A dream, a death, life has suddenly gone
Stolen all the hearts painted all over you
And everything that you said all went wrong.

The purse, a kiss and some more memories
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
Then take the risk of losing all your faculties
A question, the answers of always asking why.

The cliff that left another man on the edge
Darkness and his light was down on its knee
To borrow or even when you're on the ledge
Look up to the skies and start to try and see.

The lost are broken and as their heart dies
Mended and still broken over the love of you
A million questions and another million why's
And come to some senses when blood is blue.

Leave alone all the stars at night
Dream of me and a how'd ya do
Pick up a Rose, you picked right
And now the Earth has left you.

  • Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2019 22:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    A fine write Kevin.

  • Neville

    Cant beat a good bit o meandering sir.. specially when a rose is referred to in the penultimate line....... N

  • FineB

    Hello Kevin,

    A wonderful evocative write.

    Keep writing FineB



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