This trembling thing
This bird-on-a-wing
This will to awake
This paralysis to break
This constant battle
This pointless prattle
This nervous hope
This hangman’s rope
This fragile desire
This daylight vampire
This victory march
This crumbling arch
This delusional dream
This self-esteem
This paradoxical optimist
This hamming dramatist
This eternal moment
This entertainment
This daily struggle
This intellectual juggle
This repeating voice
This repeating choice
Author: scottlangston (Page 3 of 8)
Praise me
Praise indeed
Indeed I would
Indeed I could
Could be stronger
Could be better
Better at being
Better than this
This trembling thing
This spirit
Spirit-levelled
Spirit faltering
Faltering fast
Falter at last
Last ditch effort
Last reprieve
Reprieve this time
Reprieve is mine
Mine to bear
Mine to give
Give enough hope
Give enough rope
Rope to hang
Rope to bind
Bind these ideals
Bind these wounds
Wounds weeping
Wounds healing
Healing the pain
Healing again
Again the abyss
Again remiss
Remiss of duty
Remiss in this
This monumental effort
This moment
Moment of doubt
Moment of decision
Decision to move
Decision to prove
Prove I’m alive
Prove I’m able
Able to rise up
Able to be worthy
Worthy of acclaim
Worthy of applause
Applause as praise
Applause for me
Praise
Me
So they asked, 'What's love got to do with it?' And I smiled as I thought of my reply Love, of course, is where all our answers sit Even if, most often, we don't know why Romantic love, the eros, takes control It's a selfish, desperate need-me love A piece of me to justify, inscroll Your life fitting mine like perfection's glove We can take solace in the refuge of Family love, the storge of Ancient Greek Or hold on tight to phileo, thereof The heart of friendship, when life seems less bleak But agapé is the crowning glory Love unconditional, tell your story
Don’t fob me off with your toxic con
Soft Brexit is an oxymoron
We grin and lay down our hearts-filled flush
Then see the game is blackjack, and blush
Well now, there’s the rub
The price for talking politics with some guy in a pub
Waiting for this moment to pass
For someone to rescue us from this morass
Christmas used to be so simple
A stroll though the supermarket
Of plastic race tracks and
Pink wooden ovens
Of lego blocks
And lego friends
and lego Star Wars
and lego Potter
Now it’s getting more complex
With v-bucks and
iTunes credit
and travel and lessons
and a million hopes and dreams.
I’m less and less convinced
That I can pull off the Santa thing
This year.
BRAVE
Fearless
Selflessness
Never gave it a thought
Did what I knew I ought
Stepped up, cried out ‘This is wrong!’
“The right thing, not the easy thing”
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