Toiling my life away in a place not meant for me,
Where sadness rules a meaningless hallucination,
In a world meant for glass eyes and plastic smiles,
And choice is only an illusion for the unfree.
Where sadness rules a meaningless hallucination,
In a world meant for glass eyes and plastic smiles,
And choice is only an illusion for the unfree.
In the soft half-light of Neaera’s arrival,
My waking thoughts turn to you,
The softness of your smile and eyes of Pacific blue,
Offering me a love pure and unrivaled.
My waking thoughts turn to you,
The softness of your smile and eyes of Pacific blue,
Offering me a love pure and unrivaled.
Wishing these lonely dime store dreams,
Brought respite from the burned-out souls,
And blacktop soldiers filling city streets,
With their cold steel suicide machines.
Brought respite from the burned-out souls,
And blacktop soldiers filling city streets,
With their cold steel suicide machines.
I see you clearly in that place,
Far away from the soul stealing city,
In vivid green and liquid blue you beckon my heart,
Into the reality of your sublime grace.
Far away from the soul stealing city,
In vivid green and liquid blue you beckon my heart,
Into the reality of your sublime grace.
A place meant for lovers of tomorrow and before,
Where my dreams of you are not my fantasy,
And my heart is full of your contentment and love,
A place where dreamers love and imagination creates,
To save me my madness, You should have never opened that door.
Where my dreams of you are not my fantasy,
And my heart is full of your contentment and love,
A place where dreamers love and imagination creates,
To save me my madness, You should have never opened that door.
© M.Henry, 2018
Written for:
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 13.11 Topic: Somewhere Over the Rainbow
BONUSES:
Hard Bonus (2 pts): Include a Ramones lyric (From "Leave Home")
Easy Bonus (1 pts): Incorporate an ocean (Pacific Blue Eyes)
I feel there is definitely a place for some madness. Alright to open the door once in a while as long as its can be shut when needed
ReplyDeleteThe madness is knowing there is something better and without it we all wither.
DeleteOh and thanks, Tyler!
DeleteThis is beautiful, you had me at the title, but I loved the poem as well. I know the feeling, of being in a place not meant for you. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find it.
ReplyDeleteAdmit it, I'm out of practice. But like I told Tyler, I just started writing and dint have a plane except where the rhymes would be. How'dja like my lyric, Miss hard requirement?
DeleteWow, who taught me how to proof read my comments?
DeleteHaha! I sang the lyric in my head as I read it, because I know how the song goes :D
DeleteHas it really been 5 years? Wow - glad to see you back. 8 points Earthling
ReplyDeleteMartien
It has indeed, Martien, maybe even six years!
DeleteSo beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Barbara!
DeleteGreat to see your Poetry here Matt, lovely work. ~Christine W.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Christine, I'm going to try to participate more. All depends on how the challenge hits me!
DeleteWow, this is sublime. Beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rebecca!
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