A Legendary dangerous way
Legarious ways, when cut of choice was spent,
on
useless veins of flesh and simple thoughts;a cure was always there as I permitted sin,
while stale and wasted, sat in squalor,
screamed for needle’s hit, within a crazy mind,
along gaping gutters, those dregs that were a life.
Would you ever, in such eyes as these, have sockets sold?
skeletal hung like dripping paint upon a blistered door,
hinged wafer thin, discoloured death paste, passing
upon streets so cold for penetrating finger-trips,
all primed to detonate the very living soul in me.
Then I recalled conversations from a different world
where laughter wasn't scorn, but jollied warmer times,
it spoke of children and the meadow fields of old,
folded letters and some photographs of fresher ways
expressed a scene, of innocence, a fleshy gait of
uncomplicated strut, setting confidence alight to burn.
What of the head that rolled straight off that doll?
giving place to troubled ways and hollowed bones,
bleeding dreams into nightmares bended ways,
conducting courtships dark, setting soul ablaze.
Belong to fashions of addiction, a price is paid,
laying here this wasted shell, hearing words
of trip and fall pity, I didn’t dare listen!
Can you hear the hopeless fading of another call?
The hopscotch games of childhood play on chalks,
were lines formed deep, lonely passage walks
so soiled, of my abandoned city ways, for sure.
Away from those, who dismissed a closer look,
as cobbled life was set in concrete shoes, on feet
unstable for any acquiescent weekly strolls,
an innocent bystander caught in the expectations
many placed upon the shoulders of a gifted child.
Now mind-chains strangling shackles are undone,
flown, way above the heads from where you stand,
What of blame? Go dry your eyes to see some peace,
and know from here, a dark entombed farewell,
it was nothing that you did or nothing that you said,
for a cure was always there, but I permitted sin instead.
copyright (C) MCB 1st April 2012
So easy to lose one's way, especially if one is a gifted child...Fantastic work here, Michael..solid, challenging and voicing real regret..
ReplyDeleteAddiction...you describe it so well, its dangerous pathways..
'What of the head that rolled straight off that doll?
giving place to troubled ways and hollowed bones,
bleeding dreams into nightmares bended ways,
conducting courtships dark, setting soul ablaze.'
Good to be here, Michael..
XX
Barbara,
ReplyDeleteI am so delighted with your visit to my humble blog and very appreciative of your very kind comments on this poem. I put huge focus into this as it is close to my heart.
Thank you once again, good to have you share this one with me.
regards Michael
Lovely Michael, a very enjoyable read. I love your blog layour, your slideshow is wonderful. Is that difficult to do?? Máire x
ReplyDeleteThank you Máire, glad you enjoyed it my friend.
ReplyDeleteRegarding the slideshow, you have to go into the design layout and option to add a gadget,which is in the layout section on the left of the screen as you look, amongst other choices, such as pages, comments and traffic sources, it will ask you what type of gadget you wish to add, at this stage choose slideshow and then press save. It took me a while to get it right, so it may require a few tries.Best of luck with it