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Somewhere else
In hazes of drunkenness,
Shaping the world, how I want it to seem
In a flash of pestilence, covering me with greed
I am off, [/font]
And my feet, blown with the wind,
Tender and rough,
But never stagnant nor still,[/font]
The hands, idle but scarred,
The Devils tools and plaything,
Long or short memory,
They ask;
Have I ever learned to live with tenderness[/font]
Mine shadow answers for me
Throwing concerns and questions to the wind,
[font=Times New Roman]Tomorrow,
Yes tomorrow,
When the clouds look much different to me
One day, one day I may stay
But today,
Today,
Somewhere else shows me everything;
Shaping the world, how I want it to seem
In a flash of pestilence, covering me with greed
I am off, [/font]
And my feet, blown with the wind,
Tender and rough,
But never stagnant nor still,[/font]
The hands, idle but scarred,
The Devils tools and plaything,
Long or short memory,
They ask;
Have I ever learned to live with tenderness[/font]
Mine shadow answers for me
Throwing concerns and questions to the wind,
[font=Times New Roman]Tomorrow,
Yes tomorrow,
When the clouds look much different to me
One day, one day I may stay
But today,
Today,
Somewhere else shows me everything;
Published 27th Feb 2016
| Edited 29th Feb 2016
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Anonymous
28th Feb 2016 1:55am
The clouds will look different tomorrow, therefore we should never say that everyday feels the same.
29th Feb 2016 8:34am
That is not accurate for everybody, but you are limiting yourself man, not giving yourself enough freedom in thought, perception and writing. How are you doing though man, how was your day...
28th Feb 2016 2:46am
am wondering how this makes me feel...TBH..am not sure
It's a little melancholic, seems to tell of a man with no plan, taking each day as it comes, not lazy but directionless
"Happy in the haze of a drunken hour" comes to mind
It's a little melancholic, seems to tell of a man with no plan, taking each day as it comes, not lazy but directionless
"Happy in the haze of a drunken hour" comes to mind
29th Feb 2016 8:32am
Hello mine friend, this was not really a serious write, just experimenting around and playing with words and formatting a bit... I had in my mind, this character is in more of a time that is older than modern times, enjoying life, ramblin around, drinkin and lookin at life through a poets eye... could not really find the words for it, as written this the other night when twas really drinkin, so threw this up there to see what it looks like after submission, hehehe... How are you mine friend
29th Feb 2016 9:38am
All good Wolfie...watched Gran Torino last night with the BF...I want the grumpy old bastard to be me adopted grandad lol
:)
:)
4th Mar 2016 1:50pm
Yo man you captured me from hazes of drunkness. Pretty good for just messing around, that drink in hand sometimes gives us that motivation to mess around with words and emotions. This is good man, like how everything seem to go by like a fast moving cloud but at the end you slowed it down letting me know today is now and that is where iam.
