Submissions by Bloomingspider

I.
Thirty one birds sit on a line
Two towers stand tall
Now you see it, now you don't!
 
I'm no rider on a white horse here
Riding out from the clouds
Or who knows where!
Be realistic, nothing special here.
 
Let go of the toxic strains tendrilling wild
Never fucking said or implied anything, so stop expecting!
Seems you need some medical stimulation, three choices:
Electro, pills or therapy. Six more drops and all's ok.
 
Oh, she's spitting mad.
Got no more energy for wooing and cooing...

When will you end these evil ways?
See the error of your ways...
Forever turn away your hungry daze
Bring to an end, this maddening malaise.

Let me find a way out of this place
Rather be to God, the praise
Prefer to look upon His face.

For our God from above
Truly is the God of love
Then why all the weeping in the world?

All our brokenness, so much unfold
All our heartache, all our sorrow
Wishing for a new soul I could borrow.

This time, there's no poet-pal
Only me, ol' radical rude-boy, that's all!

Ol' Paul's hey-day
Life was so swell
Though sadly, all was not well
When chased by the drug-squad
Fleeing like a startled gazelle
With amazing agility
He had such ability.

His emotions feeling rather unwell
When "pimped" by his best pal, he thought:
"What the hell!"

Lately his life's much more peaceful
No more taking drugs by the shovelful.