Month: July 2015

Sorry For The Silence

Sorry for the silence,

But I get tired,

Of the loud night’s shouts

She and I have,

Come and gone,

Parted ways,

And left all the entrails hanging

The deal sounded good,

In theory

But it looked worse,

Once it was written on paper

So I’ll move her letter on,

Place them with the thoughts,

That get these deals closed

Sometimes the silence is crushing,

Like the weight of 1000 stones

But often, it shows its face,

In the form of relief

Overthinking, planning, and surmising,

Never does the mind much good

And that about sums it up

Hope that fills you in,

Fills the cracks,

And patches all the leaks

Again, sorry for the silence,

But sometimes, like lately,

The world has been just too loud,

And the silence becomes,

My calm

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Drift

Quiet nights fill this old house

Nothing stirs,

Except for fleeting thoughts

The day’s sun,

Put quite a burn on me,

And now I’m left with,

That familiar pinch

The one the sun leaves with you,

To let you know,

That while the sun loves you,

The sun can hurt you, too

But within the quiet of this house,

And the pain of the sting,

And the tired eyes,

Is a feeling of comfort

A feeling which says,

It was a pretty good day

Salty waves,

Blistering sunshine,

Nighttime breezes,

And far off thoughts

Thoughts of you,

And how I plan,

To do all of this,

All over again, tomorrow

© D J Loweman 2015

 

 

All The Crashing Madness

When all the madness,

Comes crashing down,

And buries alive,

All it came to claim,

What will you think about?

Unpaid bills?

Long lost lovers?

Or maybe how,

This whole world,

So full of shit,

Will be better off?

It doesn’t matter

The air is thick,

And all that madness,

Is waiting around some,

Lonely and forgotten corner

Waiting for the perfect time,

And when all seems right,

And when you have perfected,

All you thought you were sent to do,

Madness will pay a visit

It may be in the form of that bill,

Your mother-in-law,

Or the ocean

Sneaky bastard,

Never drops a hint,

Never tips his hand

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

 

Nothing Better

I have nothing better to do,

Than sit here all day

Just waste this day,

Like so many before,

And the so very many,

Which will follow

I have nothing better to do

My glass is empty,

And now I wait on the girl,

Behind the bar

I’m held captive,

And need to find a filler

I pilfer glances,

At the two girls sitting,

Next to me

They’re deep in conversation,

And have no way,

Of knowing any better

I compare the two girls’ thighs

I wrestle with which one,

Would be better in bed,

Which one would look better naked

But then,

In an instant,

My drink has been refilled,

And I’m back to doing,

What I came here to do

This is a pretty good life,

Good if you can keep up with it,

And don’t weaken

I’m ok with that

I can work within these rules,

Laws and parameters

And besides,

I have the time

I have lots of it,

And as I finish my drink,

I smile at the boredom,

And at the two girls’ thighs

It’s all good,

I have nothing better to do

© Dicky J Loweman 2015