my expression
airs profuse
ensnaring me
in silent noose
these ceaseless cries
of reckless poise
pen pointless vies
of restless noise
recycled prose
composed of pain
in spiral throes
bereft of shame
enmeshed in mire
moshing through muck
long since retired
from flying fucks
abundant piles
of errant swill
redundant guile
imperiled still
suffice to say
human am i
the price i pay
cannot deny
this truth unmoored
of my behest
a heart obscured
by art beset
but dare i say
i shall persist
for here allays
the impetus
to quash this voice
would surely gain
naught but the vice
of life’s abstain
so hear these words
but heed them not
for rest assured
they are but thoughts
I Prefer Not To.
Agree with comments above completely. You are brilliant with words and love your “thoughts”.
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Clever,loved the ryhme and meter!
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Thank you Olde Punk. Your support and consideration are of great importance to me. I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have been able to meet this group of kindred souls here at SD. I do know that I am sincerely appreciative and grateful that it happened.
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As are we you joined us my friend
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“long since retired
from flying fucks”
My friend, I think you’ve struck a gold vein there.
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Sadly, this may be more of an idealized version of how things actually may be. But it’s certainly something that I continue to strive for.
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