Purposeful Rambling :: mylestone :: Original Poetry

Purposeful Rambling

A slip of a Snakes tounge

The Cry of coon

The Cruel nature of ladies swoon

A Tired eye fixed to telescope lens

The Bitter inevitability of summers end

All the Lollipop people in their sapphire bows

That Bond between friend enemy and foe

A Spark to a light an ember to blaze an inferno to ashes and dust to haze

The Unsightly grin in a killers wit

When Cinderella boot grows too large to fit

The Potent tincture of flesh unto bone,

The Line drawn between I and my own

The naivety of the rich and desperation of poor the unspoken of ahnwee of them aspiring no more

When Reptiles blood scolds to touch

When nothing is everything but something too much

Your heart grows sick as you yearn for what's outta reach

And not even its blood be craved by the leech

When the words you wish to find are in no poem or song

And you stare blankly into those eyes you so long

If these pages be a potion if this pen be a wand

I'd cast psalms into the oceans and an arrow to the one I've grown fond

But magic is a myth a love is its neighbour

And to taste it's reality calls on hurts Payless labour,

And you try to speak but your words drown

In a cacophony of spite a feud of sound,

And falling into forms under expectancies eye,

You accept to accept and choose not to deny,

So on temporal hold you wait on the gates

Of idle randoms or ideal fates,

The sky splits into either the joy of sundowns smile

Or the frosty swirl of a monsoons rile

Clicking your boots left with freedom to choose

Neither be wrong if it feels right assuring you not to lose,

But be careful though not to criticise an opposing path

For those who accept choice accept consequences wrath.