0 - Unfinished Poetry 12

 

This pen is getting heavier,
Almost emptied my mind.
Need to renew aplenty.
If you seek you will find,
My lost wishes served on dishes,
To all who are hungry to taste a piece of me.


In my pieces I'm coming in peace.
A dreamer dreaming of a satisfactory release,
Like a little death, I try my best
And to those who protest, I offer no jest,
Just justification for what I do or did, I guess.


Am I justified?  Did HIStory pass the test?
Or are eyes blind to seeing my worth?
Are your ears open to my words being heard?
Or are you aghast at my lack of remorse?
I offer no apology for the offence you took.
You saw what you saw,
And if you didn't see what I showed to you all,
Then so be it, best wishes,
This world is my world.


You are here listening for my entertainment,
So let me entertain you.
My hat is placed on the pavement
And my beggars sign says "Need change for fine wine."
I want the Good Life, but I'm not willing to do the time,
It takes to break out and become a star.
Recognise me now for I am still afar.


I want to be next to her, for these feelings she stirs,
Like I'm a paint pot.
I don't smoke pot,
Or use plant pots,
As my flowers are fake.
My truth is wisdom gained,
From loss and all those things I left behind.


They are gone, good riddnace,
I loved you, sigh.
It's oh so boring this book of love life.
Do what though wilst, if you want me good luck,
Because I am no longer leaping upon your lillipad.
Aren't you glad I took the time,
To remind you I am better now alive.


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