posted on August 15, 2016 at 10:04 pm
down caste

down caste

the empty street contains no clue

there is no moon

stumbling along inside a stillness

bitterest of dream

glimmer of doubt

blueprint of loneliness

oh why oh why oh why

that certain sinking feeling where does it come from..?

the anxious counting of minutes

listlessly wasting hours

flower of abandon

how to long for that oblivion

my reverie grows dark

lost in a mist time to close in

a child passes by close in that fog

light of youth illuminating the white plains

inside still however it rains

the cars are crammed into my head

they slip through the synapses effortlessly

swerving blindingly in my mind

my services are declined i am no longer steering

nearing my abode

i let the whole damn thing implode






11 Responses to “blank verse”

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    Cath | 15 August 2016 at 11:00 pm #

    a heart adrift in a body
    that has to sail
    around the endless sea
    of the cellular universe
    contained within
    no anchor often no sail
    alone adrift
    fathoms deep
    is the universe of self

    <3 <3 <3
    always more to the depths
    amazing beings we are

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    Chris | 16 August 2016 at 7:59 am #

    it’s a curious thing…enuii mixed with bliss…angst mixed with delight…despondency mixed with motivation and purpose…the sorrow and the joy….life.

  3. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 17 August 2016 at 3:36 am #

    I know those lonely streets. Ahh Like a poor beggar I walked them every night. Pretending as if to care about the position of stars. Often listening the the Church on my phones. A month of Sundays? More like 10 years of them. But as long as I live rather Christ liveth inside There is an undeniable joy. A curtain rended in two. “I once distributed pamphlets to the plants but not all were willing to accept them” in the words of andre as always. Much love to you Mr K. There is a darkness and infinite sadness out there but if we believe we receive what we ask for we Shall receive it from Jesu. I really believe that. Problem is we don’t know ourselves well enough what to ask for I think God knows better. Not that we loved God but that He first loved us… Those lonely streets like a dichirico painting. Down in Mexico they have parties every night on the streets. Up here in the temperate zone it’s just…. Lonely. So it goes Kev

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    Ingrid | 17 August 2016 at 10:34 am #

    Are you playing up at Hope Estate. I saw something for David Bowie tribute?
    Hoping your day today brings joy and laughter!


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    Cocoamo | 18 August 2016 at 1:15 am #

    Right to the quick
    Your words fly like arrows
    singing through the ether
    Your aim is deadly and true
    The regrets will rain down
    And we will lust for every wasted minute
    When we draw that final breath
    The moment looms upon us

    Just to cheer you up, ha

    But sometimes, misery loves company

    There’s always that last hope that the other side will yield joy and boundless love and light, eh?

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

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    Cocoamo | 18 August 2016 at 2:17 am #

    I’ve just been listening to your interview on “Penmanship” from 2015. There you said you’ve sort of run out of steam at coming up with stuff on your blog. Today’s blog sure proves there is lots of good steam left.

    Viva la blog!

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

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