Robert Burgan

Veteran Poet - 1,275 Points (Chicago)

Skydive Into Oblivion - Poem by Robert Burgan

Do you take this broken life to be your lawfully wedded strife? ?
Do you dream of skydiving into oblivion with the concept of doing it right? ?
You may have dreams of midnight seduction, I dream of midnight moons
Rooms landscaped by destiny, maybe I spoke too soon
Serenades of idle time whisper to me when I'm stunned and ravaged
I desperately want to get the band back together
But I refuse to jump off this wagon
Somber scenes of paper cuts, my fingertips are numb
The rest of it left feeling real and that is the concept I've learned to love
I have spilled compassion from my half empty cup again
I have instilled companionship yet find myself on the lonely end
Do you see your time as precious? ?
Do you daydream about the world gone wrong? ?
Loneliness has been my shadow since I was four years old
The only band aid is to continue on
I skydive into oblivion on a manic episode
Combined with the golden crux
This is the moment I reemerge from the sunset reflecting what was
Only once have I seen survival, it's been an ongoing plot point since
Supersede my stupid dreams and learn how to live as the voice within
When your voice fades into the darkness and mine gets replaced by echoes
All I can see is a higher power
The higher he gets, the harder it gets to shadow his memo
Demolition derby, all-out war with my inner choice
Somebody needs to stop this now! ! Chaos is not a gentle noise
While I sit in a gentle cradle, fatal flaw to ignite tornadoes
Tables turn like an endless circle, purple horizon to engulf the fable
I'd like to tell you stories but I'm pretty sure all they would be is fiction
The world ends when human trends overtake everything they've set out to finish
Anger isn't the way anymore; sadness isn't the path I choose
On a cruise ship sailing through ruses placed here by the ones who want to consume
Call me a hopeless skydiver, oblivion is the destination
Confess my wrongs until they stop rewarding me for my honest equations

Replace me if you want to
It's getting hard to hold my title
It's getting dark in the dead of night
My signs glow neon, vacant, idle
Vagrant tidal wave displays his face
Grains of salt fall into a wounded place
This is the moment I've been waiting for
Scenic seasons replace that fall from grace.

Here it is, that unattainable dream
Dressed in black and forest green
Scenes I've failed to keep revised
Everything gets jumbled in our memories
Hold onto what you remember
For that is the only saving grace
The rest of forever is drenched in 'never'
Never forget how you got to this place
Arriving in oblivion with one bag of my belongings
Pick me up at the pearly gates they look rusted out and the sky is falling
Emerge from the fog, ghost beyond this Earth
Universe flooding from beautiful eyes
I'm here to prove my worth.

Topic(s) of this poem: coming of age, tragedy

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2017

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