Stepping into madness
And hoping not to die or
Become what we are not.
This is the fear that drives
Our motives and cures our
Ills when we become too
Sick with drink and good times
And stillness when
The stillness proves too liquid
And we drown in a glut of lucidity.
We fall and fail and try to make
Something of all these
Nightmares and trials and
Tribulations and jubilee years
Of waiting for something
To happen that never does
But might someday.
We make our dreams of despair
Into hopes for new times
And joys and loves and sorrows and
More failings and falling downs
And getting ups
And living for todays.
We swear and curse and lift up
And break down
And try to be
Ourselves
So that someday we will be
Blessed and end it all with a
Hallelujah still being spoken
Even as we pass.
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Hallelujah still being spoken
Even as we pass." Very nice.
Some terrific images
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Into hopes for new times"
I love these lines. I don't know about the whole smoking thing, but I advise you to keep writing poetry. You have a gift. R-
Rated!!!