Reckless Abandoned Words
From one of my addresses over at Blogger, abandoned like many, planned for reworking, reimagining. Content copied here for posterity.
Salute to the Downtrodden
Fraught with ginger headlights blowing
Down the wind that keeps you knowing
About the lost temptation longed for
From the highland town on the foreshore,
We see a dark presence engulf
What was once a mere meeting post
Of ornaments and statues speaking out
To all that hear them scream and shout.
Tiring from the overtime unpaid
The pretty ladies fade away
Dreading the fifth movement of the piece,
Though waiting as though ill at ease
Along the back decks of the seventh sage
Never longing or showing their grace
The forever lost again find a place.
Subterranean Homesick Elation
Take me down, take me out, for all the world to see, eyes closed elation as they stare. The deep coloured clothing hangs from her fortified frame, highly evolved to shoot you down, through the heart, through the mind, on my mind she stands, heels dig in.
Come evolve with me underground. Bring it all back home and then throw it up once more.
A Sombre Light Shines On In The Night
When the terrors of the night come wandering by
I know for sure that we all someday must die,
For the walls are painted with a million shades of gray,
Telling a story of when the wind ran away
Into the ocean, into the sea.
We alone will believe what no one else will see.
Try as you might, you will never walk down
All those paths in your lifetime you might have found.
Actors and agents they claw at my door,
But letting one in means that they all must want more.
Today is the day that they again throw you back.
What news do you bring from the coronary shack?
Someone lead me now, failing that, this ship may sink,
Though no one stands there behind the curtain.
No one is pulling at the puppet strings.
Should I invent an entity so great,
That I, even I, could consider following?
Oh how diabolical a deed.
It must be done,
And right away.
My creation will create myself,
This new self,
Leading to the infinite
There for all to see.
Now I become the puppeteer,
That no one can see.