lay me down

By FadedBlues

the truth is out there somewhere, i suppose
the mysteries, the riddles all have answers...maybe
i've walked around the world more than once
i've searched for it with that old greek's lantern (it didn't help)
i came away with shoes in rags & rusted faith
alluvials behind me & before me

& love  what is love  it hits you like a wrecking ball
it knocks you down  dances on your face
it eats your heart your spirit like a piranha
& then it's gone   it's gone   just that bitter taste
like yesterday's coffee

& you're glad  you're free  you're 'happy'
but you want it  you still want it
(i hear them out there in the fog  i hear them begging)

& that road that hi-way it goes on & on
it don't end it never ends
except in the grave & maybe not even there  who knows

& i've cried  i've cried again til i know
those ducts are as dry as the mojave'
& then i cry again

i'm tired  can't you see that  i'm just tired
i can't go on no more          i can't...




slap together a whiskey bullet & fuck me with poetry




   

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Copyright 2012 FadedBlues
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...i'm feelin a little Kerouac...
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  • SolApathy On Saturday, February 16, 2019, SolApathy (665)By person wrote:

    ..And we are still searching today. Great poem

  • A former member wrote: Nicely penned. Life sucks sometimes. But what can you do? right. Things get better. Roll with it.

  • FadedBlues On Tuesday, February 28, 2012, FadedBlues (2172)By person wrote:

    Friends, thanks...never know what the muse is gonna lay on ya...

  • dwells On Tuesday, February 28, 2012, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    Love can also sit on your face too, cheers FB, hope you feel better now.

  • Devilish On Tuesday, February 28, 2012, Devilish (2662)By person wrote:

    I'm wet..... Scholar

  • A former member wrote: the REAL emotion that is always conveyed in your thoughts, your writing is what sets you apart my friend. You know the rawness of this world and have tasted it's blood and it's bile. You know the evil of man, but you also know love. Everytime I read poems like this they hit a nerve, it wraps itself around one's psyche. Hitting me with shrapnel in the form of goosebumps. You have a gift don't throw it away. You FEEL and make others do likewise. Hiding in layers of detritus and depth..a punji stick poet. Desolation hurts, I know it well, but you are far from desolate my friend. Scholar

  • FadedBlues On Tuesday, February 28, 2012, FadedBlues (2172)By person wrote:

    ...I've been around a long time, I keep learning things, whether I want to or not...thanks for the gift of your wisdom, Lord Sutch.

  • A former member wrote: the thanks belong to you

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