I dream of the day when you can have your way
Away from the being that you mimic to be
Free from the dark and gloomy void
Unhostaged, by who you treat master and lord
...
From twisted tales of once upon a time
When fire discovered man and man, fire
The jagged jaw that gnaws the raw drops
In disbelief, to great leaps and hollered laughs
...
Along life’s byway grew
A waiflike flow’r of beauty
That made me take a detour
Which now became my highway
...
I don't consider myself a poet. In fact, my writing is as intermittent and unpredictable as my Piscean mood. I don't even have any formal creative writing background although I believe that I have a wicked beast inside of me that mostly slumbers yet sometimes blurts out playful ideas that guide my humble scribbles. Even rather belatedly, I hereby expose and subject these modest machinations of my mind to the world. Your comments and criticisms are much appreciated!)
Melancholy
sometimes...
we fall rock bottom
bruised
broken
reduced to smithereens
we look afar
weary
dazed
somewhat stoned
but
beneath the hazy morrow
we see God's genius
if only we wade through
beyond the melancholy
of it all...