With (The) White Ru66er Road Poem by benedict mmm

With (The) White Ru66er Road

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You look up from your dying eyes
You look to see if you still realise
You see what's going in red fire skies
You bed the rules to fix your end game lies

You lost the key to your cherrymade wine
You got your hangover from the lesson of life
You lost a ticket and found out you're not it
You dropped the ball and became where you live

And until that day the rules are the same
And it comes to you cuz you still remain
It's the last roll of a dice in the crooked old game

Trying to kickstart
Your jules Verne trampoline
To get outside your rocket ship balloon
Flying machine

But you don't see why the ocean has left open its hole
The sands are swimming into the star of the show
The creatures of the deep come and wait for your call
You're afraid but open your submarine door

You answer as they ask for your soul
They're as tall as they are dead and they always want more
You belong to the city you say but your names on the wall
You fought hard but you still lose it all

And until that day the rules are the same
And it comes to you cuz you still remain
It's the last roll of a dice in the crooked old game

Trying to kickstart
Your jules Verne trampoline
To get outside your rocket ship balloon
Flying machine

The master at arms comes and wakes up your team
You awake in a circus of a face painted dream
You're not the ringleader anymore my dear
Your arms are spread open to welcome the spear

They forgot to forsake or to follow your words
The mistress answers to the call of the Kurds
The end it's beginning is collecting the worst
The freak from the white door is the presidents horse

And until that day the rules are the same
And it comes to you cuz you still remain
It's the last roll of a dice in the crooked old game

They opened hell this week for a see what they feel
The Jews and gypsies hold the office of their deal
The man in his obvious hat holds food stamps and free meals
The creeps in the mosque say they don't blame that you squealed

The price of the fool was an arm and a leg
The singer sings out of key I can't hear what she said
The bottle of pills you tied to the mast
Is the key to new life and and your happiness

And until that day the rules are the same
And it comes to you cuz you still remain
It's the last roll of a dice in the crooked old game

Trying to kickstart
Your jules Verne trampoline
To get outside your rocket ship balloon
Flying machine

With (The)  White Ru66er Road
Monday, July 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,flying,life,ocean
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 31 July 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Benedict. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks

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