Sam the Divine

Wise of the world

He knows it all

Hes sailed the seven seas

Hes resisted the sirens call

Given the times and stress of it all,

Given the king and the worthy halls.

 

To the streets of York hes a servant small

But when business calls hes one for all

Riches are rags in his dreary land

The king in his castle is the grains in the sand

 

Maybe in time there will be

Some sort of fullness to this vacancy

The crying girl in the street she says,

Given the chance would you sing again?

 

And with the last single breath

From the cherry blossoms chest

He leaves her in the morning

 in utmost distress

Another night, another morn,

One more smile is ripped and torn.

 

Cigarrettes dank in morning air

Creating the fog clings to his hair

I wish the red would fade from the sky

And let the tarnish slowly die

 

And with the last single breath

From the cherry blossoms chest

He leaves her in the morning

 in utmost distress

Another night, another morn,

One more smile is ripped and torn.

 

Tall and tired and old and worn

Hell give you something to weep and morn

With every kiss and dress he tears

The money he reaps wont fill his despare.

 

Shes a pitiful soul

A lover of night

Praising the deed in the strongest wine

At morning she sings of Sam the Divine,

The one engrossing her bed and mind.

Reviews

[funeralmoon]

this one is probably your best. It was amazing.. i think i know who this is about.

[alan khan]

something about your writing is really unique, and i really like it. this was great.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is powerful. Sometimes the grass isnt always greener. This poem is so full of passion.
"And with the last single breath---From the cherry blossoms chest"
This is a beautiful image. I love it.