City Of SoulsA Poem by BuboCollaboration with the very talented "The Viking", it has been an honour working with a man with a brilliant mind, and great ideas. Any errors are down to me!
A truck stop on the Souls Highway My foot and tires find rest on the gravel Beneath a moon I faintly recognize. Down this midnight interstate I’ve travelled, Far away from the City of Souls. My feet itch, My palms sweat Faint whisper of beckoning opportunity Passage of time offering sweet immunity Where all my ghosts can be laid to rest. Sit with me, honey, in this dusty light. Your eyes look heavy in that pretty face. A sorrow weighs upon your heart tonight; Let’s have a drink before the highway calls. Tell this stranger a secret, And maybe I'll tell you some of mine. City of old seeped in dust and mayhem Hungry pavements swallow every love song Lyrics twisted into the raw bitter end Sung shallow with empty emotion Love trapped in colours of rainbows Bowing in solitude, weeping with loneliness. I could tell you a similar story, Of streets that reek of gasoline and rage. A sodium beacon between Los Angeles and Hell. Jutting from the desert like a steel Jericho In this city, gunslingers fell, In this city, mad ghosts do tell. I have seen the rivers of freedom Visionary grasps in beckoning dreams Gulping sweetness of pure oxygen I swear, likened to town of Bethany Where no twisted bitterness exists No land of heartbroken casualties They told me all this, of Paradise bliss Suitcase packed, ghosts I escape So take me, take me to this place. I knew an earthbound Heaven like you speak A port anointed in crystal moonlight. The energy of the night could strike you blind, Igniting the purest fires between hearts. This desert, though, holds no place like that. No Mount of Olives or waking Lazarus. I ask, from your ghosts do you truly escape Or into the arms of demons do you run? My ghosts track beating of my heart My demons restless each day after dark I see you, we share the same cup And yet,hollow are your bones, eyes of sorrow Cold is the air, your skin paper thin What is it my travelling friend that haunts you? Where do I end and you begin? Are your memories telling of my extinction? Extinction would be a blessing Once locked in that concrete labyrinth. It is a hub of divinites and ghosts, Where none are meant to linger. It is Sheol and Abaddon. I happened by it in ages past, Only to fulfill a judgment upon my soul. I burned to the ground the place I called Heaven And for this I wander between worlds, Hovering through the ages. As for your end, the choice be yours. For you will pass through this City regardless. You could live out your illusion and stay, Forever a spirit when dust claims your bones Or keep driving through without looking back To an unwritten future ahead. I abandon into your words my nervous hands flutter beating like wings of a bird snared slapping sullen bitter air lights flash behind my eyes squeezing back the tired years, I am breathless, I am home Salty rivers, hopelessly alone Have I sung my last song Entering your dying paradise? Shame burns my pale skin Your angel feathers dying land softly at my feet Don't fear destiny, love. This chance meeting in this dingy bar Appeared in the stars ages before, And unstitched events that chaotically swarm Close together ultimately in the eye of God. I'd best hit the road and so should you, Before the morning gets too old. Had I met you in another lifetime, I'm sure my story would've been ours. But my love waits in another world Patiently waiting in the ocean moon. I must escape the first rays of Dawn Yet toward Dawn's light you must drive. Two pairs of headlights travel down the Soul's Highway.
© 2010 BuboAuthor's Note
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Added on November 25, 2010Last Updated on November 25, 2010 AuthorBuboLondon, God, United KingdomAboutSo, I write.... I'm a Scorpio.....A Jersey CI bean, with complications in life that were never expected. Some say I am over emotional, I say I am just more aware. I believe we all have a gift, i.. more..Writing
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