Leaving You

Turn away from your mirror life
There’s only shadows there
Free yourself of perfection strife
You’re the paragon of everywhere
Tomorrow is on the other side
Yesterday a different time
Strap yourself in, enjoy the ride
Changing, every step that you climb
Arrival rebirth of the unchained mind
Today taking steps on your new ground
And self will be whatever you find
Self worth, the new you that you found

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Career

You start with
a place upon the driven isle
fingers finally feeling
paltry purchase.
The machine
starts to do for you
even as it sees through you
as you fall
for its foolish charms,
for the
cultured dreams
of success.
Feel the machine
begin to throb beneath you,
instil belief to
reach
and ride
and ride
feeling the hours roaring,
days dawning like
an annual morning,
a time warning
the machine whirring,
spinning,
thinking you’re beginning
to get there
where
it stops,
and you find
you’re sitting at
the same place,
different fucking chair.

Imaginary Sunlight

It was time for his dreams again last night
at the stoop of his yellowed door,
a beautiful dream of imagined sunlight,
of lifting his eyes from the floor,
where he followed a life of different design
days lived like burgeoning flowers
kindled by the rays of a different sunshine
in the passing of different hours.
The passage of time like a crystal stream
with a clarity of hope and desire
’till it meandered away to a crumbled dream
his illusions thrown onto the fire.
He rose to return to the bosom of the day
and it’s shabbily yellowed door,
back to travelling his true path and true way
the veneer of a life that he wore.

Career

You start with

a place upon the driven isle

fingers finally feeling

paltry purchase.

The machine

starts to do for you

even as it sees through you

as you fall 

for its foolish charms,

for the 

cultured dreams

of success.

Feel the machine 

begin to throb beneath you,

instil belief to 

reach 

and ride 

and ride

feeling the hours roaring,

days dawning like

an annual morning,

a time warning

the machine whirring,

spinning,

thinking you’re beginning 

to get there

where 

it stops,

and you find

you’re sitting at

the same place,

 

different fucking chair.

 

The Grind

Take care of the days as they pass you by
Like gentle waves on your shore
Becoming the afterglow of a life less lived
Like shadows of the days before
The grinding path collides with the shoe
Life passing you by beneath
Another mile of the same old journey
Driven by the same old belief.

Change your step to change your direction
Resent the waste of your verve
Deny the passing of unloved, unlived days
Living less than a life you deserve
When the uneven path fits your ungainly gait
Felicity in stride and pace
You’ll be travelling to a different somewhere
Living life within your new space.