Submissions by PseudoEgo

To you my son, my promised one,
In reflective ink I pen my mind, my final lines
I’ve played my part and yours yet begun
I hope one day, I’ll lead your way,
to brighter and through darker times,
You shall fear no darkness, dear promised one

Young Moa, come closer,
I'll give you some gentle advice
The comfort of this life will fade and it comes at a price
You know what you're getting
As long as you don't roll the dice
And what is the point of livin',
If you're not pioneerin'
Surely that's just a fools paradise

Heart don't fail me now
Faith can only hold me a while
I told her I'd walk another mile
That I'd walk her down the aisle

It is already morning and as I sit here today, I did yesterday to
Pen clenched in a hard grip, smithing words from my fist
I used to be a midnight poet, writing line after line, while others slept
It was an innocent escape, I was a productive hedonist
Somewhere along those lines, too many were crossed, self-promises unkept
Midnights lines turned to morning rhymes,
While I escaped the flashing warning signs,
After all, it was always my escape,
Isn't that quite poetic?

Yes, it’s all quite poetic,  
Until there are no more rhymes,...