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Restless Me

2/22/2022

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There’s a hint of restlessness in me,
Where it came from, I don’t really know,
It just showed up one day as an uninvited guest,
It came upon me suddenly while I was seeking rest,
It was a feeling, that there was something a bit wrong,
And through the day, in every way, it seemed to tag along.
I tried to escape it, I ran from country to town,
In the hope that I could lose it, but it kept on following me around.
Is it my shadow or the spirit of me,
That is held in bondage breaking to be free?

I now saw my reflection in the store’s window pane,
While down on the avenue, I ran again and again,
In quiet desperation, I found the cross streets,
But in my confusion, I had not a plan,
So I ran to exhaustion just carrying my load,
It weighed on my shoulders as I searched for the road,
Taking me back where I came from, as fast, as fast as could be
Trying to escape it, whatever it was that was nagging me.
Is it my shadow or the spirit of me,
Who is held in bondage, breaking to be free?

I made my way from the city to home,
It was a wasted day, I did nothing but roam,
But as I approached, who appeared at my door
Was the image of a woman, I’ve never seen before.
Her presence was peaceful, her manner serene,
Is she real, or did she just come in a dream?
But I quickly knew as she had something to say…

“You have to face your demons and not run away.
Yes, there’s a part of everyman that needs his private space,
But man was not meant to live alone to end the human race,
So set out to find her, cause she is looking for you,
And you’ll meet, then you’ll greet, and be rewarded as two.”
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 Is it my shadow, or the spirit of me
Who is held in bondage breaking to be free?
Now I know my restlessness, it became clear to me today,
I’ve lived my life selfishly and from there, I lost my way.
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Wired, Worried, Weathered, Worn

2/15/2022

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There was a blanket of snow that rolled through the night,
That was more foreboding as it caught me uptight,
It was not the best of days as I welcomed its end,
I needed some comfort, I needed a friend.

You can’t control me or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
The night came about me with a drink in my hand,
I’ll have one more, I have nothing that’s planned,
Nothing to do is my regular day,

There’s no reason to find you, but to stay away.
So you couldn’t raise the courage to face me down?
You would rather hide behind your patented frown?
And as annoying as it would be, I would have preferred,
That you’d meet me, even if you hadn’t spoken a single word.

You can’t control me or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
I heard the mountains whispering the secrets from town,
They say you’re doing more than just playing around.
I guess I should have been with you as much as I could,
My body’s been present but my heart misunderstood,
I guess I wasn’t there to give you my all,
I guess that’s what led to my terrible, short fall.    
    
So I can’t have it all, that’s what I’ve found,
I have my head in the air, not my feet on the ground,
So I guess there’s no reason for me to take the stand,
Damn, I’m guilty as hell, can’t you tell?
With my friendly companion, my Jack in my hand.
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You can’t control me, or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
You can’t control me, or scold me, but enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn.
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Lend Me Your Smile

2/8/2022

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Lend me your smile just for a little while
So I can pretend to be fine
So that the world might see
That I’m fine as fine can be

And that there is no reason to worry
No need to worry at all
Because my world’s a playground
And I’m just having a ball

Lend me your laughter just for a little while,
So my laughter can fly towards the sky
And burst the black clouds a million miles away
So that the sun would shine again, shine again on me

Lend me your song just for a little while
So that my song can sweeten the air
With words from the heart
That makes each day brighter with every new start
That can bring love again to me

It’s not that the world has left me loveless
I always had a beautiful woman in my arms
It’s that I had them, and knew her among them
And no other woman could compete with her charms
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Lend me your legs to carry me into my future untold
Where I know they’ll be another
Who can wrap me in her hopes that life exists
No more torture, no more miss.

She left me for a musician’s charms
Who brought her a future with a plan

But there’s no need to worry
There’s no need to worry at all
Because the world’s my playground
And I’m just having a ball
It’s just disturbing that I can’t have it all
I just can’t have it all
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The Club of One

2/1/2022

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​So much for living the good life
My money is now gone
I thought the stream was endless
But I was so very wrong
It’s not that I’m dead broke
And lost my very last dime
But two dimes rubbed together
Don’t equate to a Colorado gold mine
Without money at this age
Is not where I want to be
It rattles my brain and scrambles my mind
Because I can no longer play
With my circle of friends
I guess it is all about money
I guess this is where these friendships end
But that’s ok with me

I never belonged…lacked pedigree
I’m more of a common man
Who lucked out until today
Once I could buy into any club
As along as the members looked away
I think I will start my own club
Defined by a separate set of rules
I will have but only one member

I will be the chiefdom
I will be the man…I will be the Sergeant at Arms
I will be who and what I can
Knowing that no one will be lining up at my door
Cost of membership…one single cent…and not a penny more
My club will be restricted
It won’t let just anyone in
It will be a secret club
Without a beginning or an end
A club I now will belong to
As I sit in my parlor alone
I guess I’m still one lucky man
They still haven’t taken my home
So it is what it is and will be what it will be
The next time I earn a cent
It’ll not be taken from me
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