Posterity

Tracing out an ivory, though wasted life

Looking through the many scarlet lies

I have perchance come to see

 

That all was not, or never was as I expected to find

You know those fabrications were not all mine

 

Yet in turns, fast running out of time

The age of ruin was not defined

To me, and yes to you too!

 

Age stares out of refracted glass

Skin once firm now hangs in flaps

 

My life like a wheel is running fast

Although I write nothing lasts

Futility mixed with a longing for a youth wasted

 

In foolish trivial pursuits

A cycle of girls, parties and various debaucheries

Has in the end left me with far to many friends

They hang on

Like leeches bleeding the sacrificial calf

 

Ivory towers do not forever inspire

My end in plaintive sight

Is not a thing I would wish to behold

If only I could leave

Just a single lasting mark!

Reviews

[frivolous treasures]

You have definitely blown my mind once again with marvelous words. A fantastic read that will keep all wondering with aimless wandering of the small mark they shall leave behind. Be it a girl's tears for someone dear, or a young man's rubber tire marks upon the road, we all wish to leave an imprint upon those we love and hold dear. What shall I be remembered by, I wonder?

[Corset]

frustration is heavy in this one, I'm actually feeling the same way. One day I'm convinced its all going to work out the next I read something that makes my brows knit together, it's enough to make someone write in caps!

[Brenda Keach Bradley]

just a single lasting mark...we all leave a lasting mark some seen others not seen.

[linear]

My lasting mark will be a large browm smear, I often fear

[Brenda Keach Bradley]

lol oh you never that....

[linear]

What shall I be remembered for, the lies ive told or the money I stole....the women I loved or those I lost............Posterity is a word one cant really purchase...shame that.

[Brenda Keach Bradley]

hmmm but those things are in the past...n like water inder a bridge it is gone..lie come out to deal with, money can be repaid, women you loved and lost will be there in memories. we do things in our luves we reget n also do things we will cherish, but life is to be lived we have no choice over our destiny, we play the cards we are given at birth, never being able to change them. we must live for today for tormorrow is only a promise and it may never come for some.

[linear]

The future is nothing, but the past is myself,my own history, the seed of my present thoughts, the mould of my present disposition.

[Brenda Keach Bradley]

yes that is true but the word past is that its gone by to bring out when we wish it to be.

[linear]

youre getting to deep for my simple mind girl....

[Brenda Keach Bradley]

lol oh my dear man when dont a get to deep for your mind hmmm.......but always am the one who makes you think now aint that the truth lmao