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ride lonesome
fairy tales end, & there comes a time
when a poem is broken if it doesn’t rhyme
& the mystery of love is never what it seems.
so you pack up the truck with the last of your luck
& you ride. you ride lonesome, guided by a doubtful star
hungry & half-drunk on your own dreams.
there’s a mountain behind you, & the raindrops remind you
of the woman who cried when you kissed her goodbye
& the tears that are yet to be shed.
you could write a book with the punches you took
mistakes that were made & the vows left unpaid
but the stories are better off dead.
your heart is a stone. destination unknown
you’re cashing your time on handouts & crime
& you can’t find a hooker when you need one.
your passion’s run dry & your pride is a lie
the curse of your name is whispered in shame
& Alone – is the chain of your freedom.
Published 5th Apr 2013
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5th Apr 2013 8:19pm
So free I can hear their chains rattling (Santayana). Well done on the developemrnt and outcomes that we all experience eventually - some more than others. Much truth here, thanks.
6th Apr 2013 3:41am
6th Apr 2013 7:56am
i agree with dwells. there is much truth in this and more so for more than you think. this made me think of a lot of things and how i could or would have done them differently, but at this time i deemed they were better off left in the past and lingered upon.....
4th May 2014 5:56pm
