Some_Dude Poetry (5)

Memories flash and chime,
the film of reality rewinds,
visions replaying another time,
now questioned, why?

Dwell in hell.
The enternal flame burns bright on the brain,
forever focused forcing emphasis on pain.
Shattered dreams fade,
chipted with baggage and freyed,
-cemented in conrete and layed,
across the brains front page.

When can one move on?
From haunting memories gone.
In time wounds heal -
but not to deal,
with the scars reminding us what is real.


~And What Has Been Done.

Laugh, cry, bleed,
-the youth of life a steed.
Beckon age of death approach,
alongside-harbour-the-creaking-boat.

To shores border it drifts,
-water ripples the past now lived.
Fear not as time is gone,
no-longer-sewn-slowly-the-song.

A sleep to slumber,
no worries to wonder.

Finally at peace..

Tick... Tock... Clicks the clock...

Tock.. Tick.. Lounder it shifts..

Boom. Boom. Reverberations loom.

Bang!Bang! Echoes gang.

BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! ~ Snooze hitting sleep...

Lacked by the insomniac greeted by attack,
Chirps roaring wrath while rays rising rend..

In the end,

another sleepless night at the expense of a poem.

Walking and talking as I calm my nerves.
I’m dreading and I’m begging as I mutter some verbs,
‘How did I get here?’ ‘What did I do to deserve?’
– all this pain and anguish as I walk this curb.

I can hear yelling and screaming two blocks up ahead.
They’re not the only voices I’m beginning to dread,
– as paranoia sparks up I know I can’t bet the last bit of sense holding together my head.

I turn the last corner dim in the light,
– the tension is brewing and gangs a ready to fight,
– concealed weapon are drawn and the calvaries arrived;


Something tells me it’s gonna’ be one hell of a night...

Born and raised.

Slave to the grave.

Names erased by the cycle we face.

Phased our life,-
phased our love,-
phased our praise to the mother-f#$kin’ heaven above-
though whether we go shows hell below rough-
overloaded-exploded life is tough..

And I’ve had enough.