Hurting Over Nothing...

kevin browne

Hurting over nothing adverse. adverse till it stops
Beginnings over this small talk, talk from the start
Wasting precious moments, moments of a clock.
Waiting for the treasure of loves love broken heart.

Landing roughly on a bumpy hill, a hill for Mr Keats
Blaming other foolish playgrounds, grounds to play
Cloudy looking Wordsworth, Wordsworth to keep
Lonely looking Hamlet, Hamlets here if he can stay.

Persistence persuading others, others run and hide
Chasing rainbows over rivers, if rivers pull you down
Sunny looking sunshine colours, colours full of pride
Mountainous monuments fall, they fall to the ground.

Breaking up over something stupid, stupid as can be
Washed away the shoreline, a shoreline has dried up
Waves crashing over midnight, midnights crying seas
Pull in the dangerous ocean, oceans crash from above.

Shaming lower living humans, humans we don't love
Turning to a new page that's written, written by a pen
Revealing higher points of belief, a belief is too much
Caring for magic to happen, happen every now to then.

The clock beside the bed is ticking, ticking slowly by
But, it's far too loud in the night, nighttime is together
To lie in the darkness just thinking, thinking you'd cry
And in such a loving brightness we can love forever.

Thoughts that turn to dusty memories, memories crave
Allowing special lives to live it right, right is never wrong
Showing despairing deep pain inside, inside your grave
Where the love beckons in now, now is where we belong.

Dreaming over those mountainous rivers, rivers so cold
Sharing sleep beside your dreams, dreams never sleep
When the saints go marching on in, in till we all get old
But, a long time ago you found, you found a love to keep.

And if, if you can decide to choose, choose if you'll lose
For casting over rainbows of shine, shine all over fears
Turn away from a shock of losing, losing till you choose
Remember when you cried asleep, asleep filled with tears.

And as the last man laid to rest, to rest by his family
She brought along the medicine and he lost his life
All dressed and suited and underground he'll see
That golden memory when God shone down his light.

  • Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2020 19:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    Good write Kev. Oohh, ya ain't gotta worry about anything hurting ya - except ya ears, when I sings! That goes for anyone! heehee.

    • kevin browne

      Will, I need earplugs, orchidee. I'll meet you in the Church to hear your vocals vibe. Thanks to you once again for your entertaining comment as always. I couldn't do without, my friend...!!



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