Archive for November 23, 2018


talkin’ self-indulgent blues




talkin’ self-indulgent blues



I’m talkin’ self-indulgent blues,

ramblin’ and a-rolling along,

on cobblestones,

here and there along the alleyways of this life,


seeking not much,

as such,


a few scattered smiles,

after all the miles,

more open roads, less clogged strife,


caravan-serais of hope,

of peace,

where the din briefly does cease,


where simple ways,

of bygone days,


seem cooler than the respite of the shade,

as ages pale,


and as words fade,


I’m still a-walkin’ alone,

flotsam and jetsam blurring my eyes,


as sand gets kicked and the dust flies,

my heart thrashed against cold stone,


while the mirage persists,

the promise of free skies,


still,

just there,

within reach,


slipping further into myself,

as the floodgates breach,


so don’t worry about me no more,


I’m still a-ramblin’ and a-rolling,


and know this too,

for it be true,


it is you,

who remains,


after moulted skin falls,

when the closing walls,

squeeze my straightjacket,


threatening to seal my fate,

into a vacuum-shrunk packet,


no, don’t worry about me no more,

my head is upright,

though my soul may be sore,


but I’m still a-ramblin’ and a-rollin’,


with you,


immersed deep in my core,

forever more … …



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so near, and yet so very far …




I hear the birdsong,

early in the summer dawn,


knowing you hear the same call,

of the flying hopes that soar through boundless skies,


feeling an instantaneous bond, forged,


strengthened, within,

with you,


as sure as daylight blankets each star,

you are with me,

within me,


so very near,

yet, still,

               so agonisingly far …



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