(this one is obviously not completely mine…)
The blog or to reblog, that is the question — Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind to suffer critique bombardment of Unknowns. Or to reblog the dreams of days long gone. And by opposing show them wrong.
Seventeen and
still smiling, the
innocence of
growing up,
pain free
days and light
in all tunnels,
careful – it will
come to an end
all too soon
On 4th of March at midday
a knock on the door
a parcel left outside
no name or other clue
Inside a note
“Wear me at night”
Signed
“Yours Sincerely
Xavier LeClevere”
It was a helmet of sorts
Two halves, strapless design
In Steel blue reflectionless
Glass
As dusk turned to night
I donned the device
Lied down on the bed
Contemplating rest
But sleep came not easy
In fact it came not
To visit that night
or others following
As far as they could tell
I had spent years in
that place, my muscled
detetiorated, being alive
a miracle
All I remember was flying
crossing the skies in a
chariot of light
I was God, creator of all
watching, smiling at the
insanity of it all
You once said if you’d
ever meet
Dave Grohl you
wouldn’t know
what to say
there was no
connection there
Well babes, that’s
how I feel with
everyone I meet
find me a bard
to write my story
find me a siren
to sing my song
find me a muse
to refill the well
banish ink drought and
word thirst
In steaming milk
the lumps
afloating
reminders of
days long gone
memories of
better times
of richness and beauty
across the land
Now spartan walls
in all directions
a crumbling floor
begreets my eyes
every morn
the broken arrow in
shoulder stuck
singing karaoke on
its own
Cupid – shooter –
waster of time
Not sure anymore
if I’ve ever been
on fire but
being burnt out now
I guess I
must have
been – once
I saw a stranger’s hand
reaching out
to give or to receive
I cannot say but
it was attached to
my arm
either way
