United used to mean something man Used to mean you could hate me And still lend a hand Or just dap it Just knuckles
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
Not enough Of the world Seems to know Who I am And admittedly I Do not know Where I stand When sometimes As I make my way
She still makes her mark On these pages, a cast Mending my broken heart When it shattered like glass Into pieces of puzzles
Think i bother with the silly Piddling triflings of the self? I’m just the you and I alone Forgotten anyone Whose else
Bring me back to all my friends To muses mixing color blends To pulses keepin' beats in sync With drops of chemicals we drink
Sort of driving me crazy How much Lament heavies It weighs On my subconsciousness Consciences As it levies All odds
Earth as it’s gleaming In radiant splendor It renders me speechless Tongue-twisted endeavor A pleasure I never felt
A rustle in trees Straight ahead Line of sight Out appears A bold, alpha baboon, Appears frightened Its keen senses heightened
Blue and grey The ocean and sky The saddest display Of life passing by All secrets kept Deep down within All dreams of hope swept
I haven’t felt that way about a girl Since two continents ago She’ll give you some land And then leave you alone And then deep in her cavern
To tell you what I think of you Would ruin you So let it go Don’t pull me to The undertow I won’t follow I can’t return
Again they both are calling to a tune of nightingale Despite how much I chase the sun I still so crave the pale Moonlight, stars and choruses