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Life is Short
Waves
I look for comfort in billowing spume.
Thunderous. Luminous. Vicious.
Circular motion then thundering roar
That’s where my heart can soar.
That body. That body.
That mass. Oh my.
I can barely hear the seagulls cry.
I seek comfort in it’s swishy gurgle
Its undulating moves.
Its undertow , high and low.
I can ride this beast
But can never conquer it’s swell.
Oh well.
I’m driftwood .
Bobbing. Bobbing. Babbling.
Rushing to shore. Rushing to shore.
Then poof….. No more.
No more me.
Only soft yellow sands
Formed from a million things that were once tough as rock.
But are now full of footprints.
(C) Slumpless
To Women
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Source : To Women
Malongering
My sad eye is pressed up against the wall
I heard the nightingale’s silent call
Out there everything shimmers
You in the middle of a lake that glimmers
Flora and fauna and mossy roads
Faeries and pixies and croaking toads.
Water spouting out your finger
A thousand reasons to let me linger
Staring out at your bright world
Ignoring the fact that I’m being absurd.
Is it better to have a crack
Or does it just highlight what I lack?
(c) Slumpless
Wash-up!
Just do the washing-up already
Pick the clothes up from the floor
Write that book you’ve been talking about
Paint that peeling door.
Just go for a relaxing walk
Sit and read a book
Cook that cake you wanted to
Give that film a look.
This is what my brain says
Day after day after day
But my soul just wants to sit here
And the world to go away.
(c) Slumpless
It’s not you . It’s me. It’s anybody.
I’m warning you now.
Don’t let me do it.
Don’t let me fall for you.
You say you want casual.
But this talent I lack.
I never stay on track.
I freewheel and lose the road.
Heavy load. Heavy load.
Once you’re in. You’re in in.
That’s it , I’m done.
It’s no fun
Not for me.
Not for you.
This need, this desire
Will last longer than you’ll think it should
You’ll be surprised
‘ Am I really that good?’
That’s what you’ll wonder
As I’m torn asunder.
But if it’s any consolation
You’re not.
You’re nothing special
No magic power.
You’re a character in a play
And it’s the play . The story.
You’re just the understudy.
But I will always stick to this script.
(c) Slumpless
