A Wisdom In Rehabilitation.

kevin browne

Dedicating factors to this world I shall up heave upon this life
For I say goodbye to this place we call something it should 
Where fossils live and tell their story to an unforgiving planet
And such beautiful shows, we begin to falter with contempt
The loving tell tale fibs of all the years and yesterdays of tomorrow
Which we take our turn by giving everything we ever owned away
Miserably numb from the same old song which cracked a love
Eyes glare and tongues taste the bitterness of soured emotions
In the deep where another scenery is filmed and shown on tv
A fascination creeps into bed with a stranger who never sleeps
Trumpets blowing away the voice that suited a fine old melody
Crisp packets filled with the wonder of opening up any new ideas
Screaming at the dummies who shoot us for wearing nappies
Tied up and bound for the sea when another murderer was killed
Relishing reading the news paper because a memory was broken
The Internet slaying down the law that gave us all our lives back
And in going back to the teenage years of which we all can't hear
Then witchcraft appeared at the door with a flaming brilliant idea
Hanging out the baskets that caught fire when taken down to hell
Shoes are filled with images that reflect nothing to do with Adidas
Loving arms around a mother where all faith and sincerity resides 
Being dealt the Devil on the back deck of someone's new house
Dribbling draftsmen are caught fiddling everything they worked for
Soliciting fees included women to ring up God and ask for help
Showering under the blood of a friend who fought in all the wars
Headstones shine and stand tall until the devil hated and kicked off
A wisdom in rehabilitation was sore from all the intoxicating lies
But please forgive me for stating another world is on offer
Knowing beyond our universe is the greatest light of all you'll see
Faster than the speed of light my thoughts travel with security
Following in the footsteps of the first man ever to land on the moon
It's such a finely tuned beautiful thing is this saddened worldly tear
Come with me to see what's on offer far beyond what you will ever know.

  • Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2017 00:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • whisperingquill

    This breathes bro it's cosmic and society laced, so much In this I'm in awe of your thought process i must take more time to decypher this a fantastic write my friend. Thank you

    • kevin browne

      you're welcome and I hope you get to the bottom of it all. my thought process is manic and full of the views I look upon the world and the people's ideas on it. the wider the horizon the more beautiful the landscape appears to be. use poetry to expand on our existence and thought. good luck my friend.

    • onepauly

      you probably know it, the answer is in the last line.

      • kevin browne

        I'm glad you took interest in that last line. says it all doesn't it.

      • malubotelho

        Me too. I love to contemplate the unknown. What keeps me alive is not what I know but what I don't. You are forcing my mind Kevin.

        • kevin browne

          that's what it all about my friend x

          • malubotelho

            I know and I like it.



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