Colorful Clouds
• 06/22/23 at 08:06PM •Colorful clouds,
a rainbow array.
Natures painting,
a beautiful way.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Colorful clouds,
a rainbow array.
Natures painting,
a beautiful way.
A gambol in life,
will it make
a dark tomorrow.
What do you think?
Life's journey,
is full of challenges galore.
If you have nothing,
please ask for more.
The idiocy of my words,
echoing within my head,
raises the eternal question,
Am I brain dead?
Words tumble forth to paper,
I use a pen to write.
I prefer writing with a pen,
as a pencil script is too light.
A burst of words,
shouted out from thee,
are the ones I love to see.
If I could be with you,
every hour, every day,
would you be happy
if I would stay?
When day is done
and you sit alone,
can you call a friend
or relative to talk,
through the frustrations
of your current struggles?
Yes, you can but we also
have issues. I feel guilt
if, I discuss mine.
Why must I give my
burden to someone else?
Rain in June.
It's cold today.
Too early to put
your umbrella away.
Tomorrow, the first
day of Summer,
with a forecast of rain.
A disappointment. Bummer.
Buy me a drink,
you owe one to me.
I'll tell you a story,
of what was meant to be.
It started long ago,
when I was quite young.
I was incarcerated,
but did not succumb.
A sentence to prison
of one year for me.
Solitary confinement,
until I couldn't see.
I had never been
in this place, I said,
for all practical purposes,
my life was now dead.
I struggled for years,
to overcome this part
of my life which
took away love and hurt.
I am much stronger,
it's in my eyes,
for I have powerful friends,
who now realize.
The criminal injustice,
which took me away
and now I look
towards a better day.
An ember glowed,
throughout the night.
A smallish glow,
not very bright.
When morning
light came,
the glow was
now a small flame.
More wind and fuel,
added to the fire,
which became
a funeral pyre.
Splashes of water
over polished stone,
a relaxing noise,
for I was alone.
The riches of smells
of fresh delight,
a reality of
pure delight.
Laughter roared,
I stepped into the room,
carrying old memories
of insipid gloom.
What's the plan,
was said to me?
Are we to fight
or will we flee?
If you still believe
in what you do,
then we must fight,
for us and for you.
Fight we did,
bending but no break.
We enjoyed victory,
until the end take.
Crazy were the days,
and the nighttime too,
when you no longer know,
whys, wherefores or who.
What words to use,
which words to say,
makes me understand
why you ran away.
How cold is my heart,
when you aren't near.
I am losing your love,
is my biggest fear.
Must this disease
take you and your love,
what kind of justice is this,
benevolent God?
Were you awake,
when I passed by?
Were you as surprised,
as, was I?
A new beginning
or an old tale,
for those wanting
a return to intellectual jail.
Take away freedom,
books to ban.
Suppress the citizens,
with Anarchy the plan.