Bar work and the burden of consciousness

Bar work and the burden of consciousness

A Poem by Owenh1

Always learning
Never serving
Simply falling
Into swabs of red
Of pure descent.

Every corner,
shop floor morning
Cruising pictures
Every time I see,
I turn my head.

Scarlet movies
Coffee cup grooving
Fastest shooting,
Boasting, in the west
Should you invest?

Beer-time andals
Glass-empty man-dolls
A time and place that comes
With everyone,
I love to see.

Grinding bullies
Teeth like grave scenes
camping goonies
With tales to sing
Aint this a thing!

Moonlit forests
Crayon-candle fortress
Tiny faces,
Etched,
With smiles of joy.

Somethings go wrong
Cruel for how long,
Nothing should upset
A mind at ease,
Follow the breeze.

Nothing matters,
Fun empowers
Leave it all behind
And fly without,
Miles of cares.

Years seem so far,
Piled on top of,
Add those minutes up
And realise,
That time is life.

Pull myself from,
Faces burning
It is simply that
I enjoy
Yearning here

Much I don’t know
Can I cruise on?
Of course I must,
Strangers coincide
We all exist.

Jigsaw pieces,
Don’t lie easy
Bumps and cracks appear
In everything
My eye sees.

How longs never?
By the nether
I think I enjoy
Nothingness,
More than all.

Green forever,
How I crave there
Blue expanses
And waves that crash,
This is the best.


© 2013 Owenh1


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Added on July 23, 2013
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Owenh1
Owenh1

Belfast, United Kingdom



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