The Road

Looking out of his eyes, it rained whilst snowing.

Faded memories stream as the North wind keeps blowing.

Drowning in glasses filled with sweet nothingness and pain.

Surrounded by chatter and falsity of mammals.

He opened up another 20 pack of camels,

Filling his heart with the fire and brimstone of Cain.

Travelling head bowed down in yesterday's gravel.

Silently changing around him, the world unravels.

The lowest form of conversation is "remember when"

And he swears by his gods, the old and the new

When I look for absolution, I'm not coming to you.

Forgiveness is a virtue, I'll embrace when I am dead.

They asks of his woman with pretty eyelashes,

He remembers curly hair and a life of broken hearted lashes.

He replies with silence in the corner of a deathly grin.

They probe of his future and the company for his bed.

He runs up a temper, turning his eyes bloody red.

Yelling, Forgive them, oh Lord for they don't live in sin.

When I look at them now, I see my reflection,

From years long ago, with one purpose and affection.

As all things in life, this too must have its end.

Will they ever see this life, only fit for the living.

Alone in the dark, well, who am I kidding.

But enjoy this flight at every phase and at every bend.

By and by on the road, all loners will be ladened,

With choices of mates for troubles or of havens.

For all false cares, uncared with whisky and bread.

In patience of years that falls off your pages.

Stay your heart firm yet stay out of cages-

That you held so dearly, leaving eternal, a stain in your head.

Ever should I get out of this whirlwind without favour,

A self made man that worships no creator.

All of this time will be credited as a well wasted hell.

I'll hold your hand fast and walk you through this vigil.

Blending our souls in a cauldron of rituals.

Once we get going, we're gone for no one to tell.

So don't worry, my friend, my love I have started.

I'm on my way out, from the past, I'm departed.

I'll stick my thumb out for a ride to do this again.

And she can take me with the arms of a lover,

I'll be like I did, for her and no other.

With a smoke and song, breathing out of my soul in vain.

 

 

Author's Note

Please review critically....

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

And interesting journey here, mostly introspective and to that extent full of images which should evoke, but ultimately you are the only one that knows what the images belong to. It seems some are bounded by geographical locations as much as the need to relate to the environment and the people that surround you. Others are evocative of a healthy dose of darkness of questioning the sincerity of what comes towards you and what is the use of it all. The questioning leads you all the way to question the relationship with the Architect of it all so it seems that the questioning icreases exponentially. As the ending appears the revelation that maybe some of those images should be put to rest as this would favour and create a new window towards the future. It is a fluid writing with no stomping places and at times I felt the rhyme but it didi not dissolve the substance at hand.

Thankyou

[Kenneth Nicholas Lowe]

Thank you so much Rene, your words bring out so much, that I have to admit I have not seen in this poem... I'm indent to you for this review

[Rene Salinas]

No wories mate! Is your writing thatdoes it not my review....

[roarke]

I can see the musician influence in this prose. A road filled with may moments of experience and reflection. Difficult things to express, but you've captured an essence here that touches the heart and mind of the reader. Well done.

[Kenneth Nicholas Lowe]

Thank you Roarke... I did get inspired by a song to write this one... "Life's for the Living"

Glad you liked the poem, I'm sure you would like the song as well

[Eleanor]

Reading this was a great journey. I had to read it 2 times to write a review worth this.

"Drowning in glasses filled with sweet nothingness and pain.
Surrounded by chatter and falsity of mammals."
These lines are so full of honesty. The whole poem shows your talent. Life's full of so many sad events.
We all drink up the pain and act as if we are happy. The worlds words are no more important.
You explained life so smoothly. This is going into my library, definitely ! Great work :)

[Kenneth Nicholas Lowe]

Thank you Isha, Those are my favourite lines in the poem as well, I was insipired by a song of Townes Van Zandt and a few personal exp...when i wrote this...Your interpretation is spot on..

[Author Rucha Joshi]

The imagery is vivid, the beauty of words has been engraved with thoughts! This is a sort of a prose poetry! A ballad even maybe!!!
Lovely and beautiful!!!

[Kenneth Nicholas Lowe]

Thank you Ivory....I did attempt it to be a ballad, Thank you for your kind words...

[The Revisionist]

Very interesting, your poetry conjured images in my imagination so vividly. Excellent poem *claps*

[Kenneth Nicholas Lowe]

Thank you Revisionist....*taking a bow* :)

[Tricia Pattinson]

I absolutely love this line: "Travelling head bowed down in yesterday's gravel." It is such a beautiful poem and unique that I sit here stunned. Well done! Flawless! A great write!

[Kenneth Nicholas Lowe]

Tricia, you honour me with your words, that ironically, left me lost for words... Thank you so much