prolific_tricks (prolific_tricks) wrote in humblewords,
prolific_tricks
prolific_tricks
humblewords

THIS TIME, THESE WORDS

there is no flame left
for this last cigarette
a shimmering flicker
left in jest-
&
i’m the jester,
poet-hero
caught in a perpetual
battle against there
addictions-
&
i should have known
was it not obvious?
i’d put on the uniform
it’s tongue in cheek
so to speak
&
when i set this ink down
i can no longer mask
what i really am
&
maybe what i am
is just afraid
but
these words
are not for running
&
these words
are not to shake away
all that numbs me within
the day to day
&
sometimes i suddenly wake
thinking we’re all barely awake
&
this time, these words
are just to try
to see,
to remember
what really keeps all of us
from truly being free…

THIS IS HAPPENING (NOW)

why do you think this is happening?
there isn’t time to go
why do you think this is happening?
there isn’t time to go
we’ve been travelling &
there isn’t time to go back
no, there’s no-thing, not
even angle bikes anymore-
so, just leave these times
alone, like this &
why do you think this is happening?
there isn’t time to go
why do you think this is happening?
there isn’t time to go

GOLDEN IN HER OWN LIGHT (SHE WAS)

she certainly started softly enough
long stem legs
&
flowering petal shine
somewhat what
one would expect, yet
special in her own way

yeah,
she was golden in her own light
&
she was downright pure
to me
so heavenly naughty
as can be
she was
what every gentle wild lover
dreams

she certainly had a plan
something borrowed-
even stolen perhaps-
from another time
&
she wrapped that plan
around my waist
and tickled me
until the fall
of my breath
cried out
gasping for more…

LITTLE ONES

little ones
are left to undo the dying
to undo
what cannot be done

what are we leaving
for our children?
what will be left
for our little ones?

there’s nothing really there
to take from religion
but I’ll be the first, with faith,
to get down on my knees and pray

please listen,
war is not the answer
no, we’ve got to end this
and begin with the healing, ‘cos

little ones
are left to undo the dying
to undo
what cannot be done

our very own little ones
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic
  • 4 comments