Jan 22 2015
The Real
The words now flow ever so gracefully from my lips,
Only found within the radar blips, it’s the–
Thing that brings me to my knees,
That ever lasting, lingering disease, it–
Propels me down to be left here as bait, becomes–
My own self loathing, my–
Spirit‘s debate.
Is it better to love than to not if you lose it?
Writing these lines as if I’m one to pursue it,
These words in their grace, beauty and pure,
Lyrics of a sham of a man untrue,
So they wind me up the only way that I know,
That aching desire that I now bestow,
Others they look in a shame and amazement,
Can you call from the top and be heard in the basement?!
Hear it now or forever be lost,
It‘s part of the dues our lives now cost,
Still reach up further if you’re told you cannot,
So much is lost in the things we’ve forgot,
Unsure of ourselves till we can’t take no more,
That breaking heart as we’re left unpure,
Someday it’ll change but for now I can choose it,
I’ll rise to the top and I’ll never abuse it,
Abuse is unpretty, dreadful and black,
It will tear you apart–it’ll break your back,
Looking for answers to all the wrong questions,
For once can I finally show some expression?
The part of me that was taken away, it’s the–
Passion– I fashion to seize the day,
The thing that makes me walk the walk,
Real– actions that lead to talk,
Not bullshit–Not lies–just a door that will lead me,
To places up higher and to people that need me,
Lose yourself within the life you adore, or
It will pass you by like it has before.
awesome words Dennis
The last four lines were my favourites, along with:
“Is it better to love than to not if you lose it?
Writing these lines as if I’m one to pursue it,”
What an incredible piece.
Thanks guys! =)
Omg I just saw the hidden thing about this poem :3