Dragons flying out in the sun – K.B

Dragons flying out in the sun

 

 

 

There was a time
Of mighty
Creatures.

We would live
In respect.

« Come on,
C’mon,
Pass,
Pass
The mic  »

« I got something
To say.

Before I get
Started,

It feels good so
To be out here,

Out there ,

Inside
And outside

Inner
And counter

Like a bloody
Orange
Keeping
The fire
Under
The tough
Skin.

There
Has been
Much anger,

Much damage
To the soul,

Much tumult,

Much love
And control ,

Cold winds
And sprinkled
Ideas

Under the
Strength
Of the elements.

Muzzled and muted

Like a dog,

I couldn’t
Bark,

Just embark

On a journey

In my little
Bark,

Heads up
Like venom- spitting
Suns

In the shape
Of snakes

Arrogant
And foul,

Hovering
Around

The most
Hidden
Treasure:

The heat
And the
Heart
Of the night,

The pillars
Of the sly
Sky,

The flickering
Stars,

The late
And lazy
Last rays
Of the sun

Before
The doomed
And dim
Darkness ;

Forever
On a chartered
And shattered
Course,

Sponsored
By high spirits

Under the
Influence
Of a huge
Bottle
Of whiskey
Above

Giving
Hits
And
Mad
Ideas
Full
Of cancer

And laces
And ribbons

To embroider
Life with
The pattern
Of joy

Like a taylor
In a basement
Working full time
For 50 cents
An hour.

( me ).

 

 

K.B

 

 

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