food4thought.0.1

food4thought.0.1

A Poem by HonesD
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03.13.17

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Bathroom stalls and telephone booths,

   they say they want a quite place for hollow truths.

Really they're just busy corrupting our youth,

   atrocities evident by such a long trail of abuse.

What a flagrant misuse; and an all but subtle ruse.

To me they're perfect examples of traitors, it's true.


Take 5 if you need a break from whatever it is that I do.

Break a leg if you need luck for whatever it is that you do.

And with whoever you've got to prove s**t to,

     I hope that you do.

     I hope you learn a lot about that s**t too...


To trust and mistrust,  to use and be used

To live and let live , to let go of the old and to grab hold of the new.

To look back 50 years from now and see:

     the dreams that you grew,

     the seeds that you drew,

     the people you knew.


And while everyone else was walking,

    the wings that you made

    and the miles you flew.

Nothing new,

    at the end of the day it's all just the same old news...

Broken bones and hollow words,

Spoken poems and passive verbs.

Open hearts, and an unquenchable thirst.

    The only thing that can straighten my sanity is herb;

    and the only thing that can replace the herb is her.


Looking back, I'm not sure that I know what was worse.

Once I met her I became convinced that my life was cursed,

She's blessed in every way and if I had to pick life or her...

    I promise I'd take this page with me straight to the dirt.


Another second without her will drive me insane.

I'm already slightly off my rocker; balancing such an unbalanced brain.

    But at least I'm not the same, being a copy would be quite a shame.

    Not new to the game, and usually not one to complain, but;


Heaven isn't worth her presence,

not in the future or the present -

    I swear.

I sometimes find myself having trouble just accepting it..

    I'm aware

of the situation and trust me I've made efforts man.

Trust me, I know she would make me a better man.


And I hope one day she gets the chance.

Yeah, I hope one day we get the chance.

I need a partner - since life's a dance.

If I could offer her paradise, maybe then I'd roll the set of dice.

But there's no way I deserve her.
                                                   not today,
                                                   not tomorrow...
                                                   not at all,
                                                   not in this life.

© 2017 HonesD


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