rsc4life
September 10th, 2008, 02:59 PM
I fancy myself a bit of a poet. Not too terrible. This is rather long. But what do you think?
His thoughts were clear
Daydreams
Forgetfullness
As the rain pours down
Pattering on the tin roof
He reaches out
Grasping air, thoughts, feelings, love.
His feelings are muddled, confused, unsure, unsteady
He has all the daydreams
He stares at that roof
And everything is still
Still with a vibrant happiness, and a crushing sadness
Still with a lost love, and a pessimism that aches the soul
If it ever happened, the Sahara would bloom
Water would freeze
And souls would be complete
One soul at least
He has a path to follow
Tolerance, is gifted to so few people
Patience, a gift granted to some
He would walk a thousand miles
He would find the holy grail
He would fix Hera
He would weep
He would sing
To achieve his goal
A sip of water, ice bobbing
Calms the nerves
Somehow, he muses
And we say it,
Sometime
Someplace
Somehow
We will be united
But a temporary heartache is just that,
Temporary
Who knows if it is lasting
Who knows if it is fitting
Who knows if it will make you happy
A sabbatical for poetry
Or prose
A trip to the beach
Going to a restaurant
A haircut?
Or we just walk on
Through the rain, trees,
Through the sadness, triumphs,
And hope
And pray,
That it will happen
That you will speak of your longing
And you will get the reply that you think you deserve
But it is as abstract as picasso
As blurry as Monet,
As cruel as Caligula
He isn’t vain
He works to achieve his happiness
As everyone searches for
And so,
He colors in the scene above him
Of passion
Of heartache
And of peace
Pure peace.
His thoughts were clear
Daydreams
Forgetfullness
As the rain pours down
Pattering on the tin roof
He reaches out
Grasping air, thoughts, feelings, love.
His feelings are muddled, confused, unsure, unsteady
He has all the daydreams
He stares at that roof
And everything is still
Still with a vibrant happiness, and a crushing sadness
Still with a lost love, and a pessimism that aches the soul
If it ever happened, the Sahara would bloom
Water would freeze
And souls would be complete
One soul at least
He has a path to follow
Tolerance, is gifted to so few people
Patience, a gift granted to some
He would walk a thousand miles
He would find the holy grail
He would fix Hera
He would weep
He would sing
To achieve his goal
A sip of water, ice bobbing
Calms the nerves
Somehow, he muses
And we say it,
Sometime
Someplace
Somehow
We will be united
But a temporary heartache is just that,
Temporary
Who knows if it is lasting
Who knows if it is fitting
Who knows if it will make you happy
A sabbatical for poetry
Or prose
A trip to the beach
Going to a restaurant
A haircut?
Or we just walk on
Through the rain, trees,
Through the sadness, triumphs,
And hope
And pray,
That it will happen
That you will speak of your longing
And you will get the reply that you think you deserve
But it is as abstract as picasso
As blurry as Monet,
As cruel as Caligula
He isn’t vain
He works to achieve his happiness
As everyone searches for
And so,
He colors in the scene above him
Of passion
Of heartache
And of peace
Pure peace.