crackling power chords
dancing in grey matter,
as the tales begin rising
back from their long hiatus
to fill my head
and hopefully pages
with words.
Clouds loom,
dark and hateful,
all around my path
as I walk the trails
designated for me by Fates
who desired my downfall
for some reason
beyond me.
Others scoff,
find me foolish
for trying this path
which started to work before
they hauled me back down
to their murky streets
claiming I was
being insane.
And now?
Having proved it,
that your society turned
its back upon me firmly?
No, they still cannot see
No, they still cannot see
that I must try
some other road
to survive.
Sparks kindle,
daring against darkness
as the ideas catch
amid the creative tinder pile
I jokingly call my mind
and tongues of flames
marked by words
beckon me.
Chasing dreams?
Perhaps you're right.
But, given the failures
at landing a normal job,
would you not truly say
that I did that
following your paths
to failure?
Four years,
trying to gain
a regular job again
all for naught to now
and still no hint comes
of when it ends
so I turn
back again.
Dusting off
the keys again,
settling the face into
that grim, go away look
to keep the distractions down
and unleash uncouth side
to drive away
the distractions.
Parting ways,
I can see
coming soon for many
who will turn away again,
as I lay aside resumes
and pick up pen,
paper, and hope,
to write.
Damn you,
if you chide
me for trying this,
for I have nothing left
to try on your paths,
but must walk mine,
alone if needed,
for now.
Last bits
of wrapping up
the old, wasted ways
of the man now dying
amid phoenix flames of rebirth
as Dave passes away
amid Dyfedd's rise
from ashes.
Or not,
as the pipe
will sit cold, now.
No tobacco, no coffee left,
just the man and dreams
battling over the keyboard
for some tale
to come.
Despite it all,
I still have hope.
You ain't broken my will.
Just made me look
to another path
to walk.
28February2015 - Dyfedd Rex
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