Tears In Desire
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 63)
copyright 10-08-2007
Age Rating: 16 to 127
Authors Note: There are a bunch of us writers that often get together; I am usually the butt of their jokes., as I write lyric or soft sounds, my history ( money stuff) is more of technical or very hard hitting
feature material with lots of editor interference. For this poem, I was presented a tearjerker award.
Do not feel bad for me, I dish as I get. We are all friends, that laugh too much and drink too much, in our spare time, we write... Walt
IT WAS SUMMER IN A PALACE I'D RATHER NOT BE
SAW THE TRUTH OF A PLACE CALLED SOCIETY
PUSHED MY EASEL, DREW MY PALETTE
MIXED MY COLOR TO BE LIFE
OFFERED HER FREEDOM BUT SHE WANTED TO BE
SOMEONE’S WIFE
I OFFER YOUNG COMFORT I GIVE YOU ONLY PAIN
BRUSH OF LIFE FINDS THE VEIN
REST IN PIGMENTS OF LINGERING SOULS
COUNT THE FOOL SPEND HIS GOLD
LUST IS THE MESSAGE AS THE GIRL CLIMBS HER THRILL
PAY IS POSING YET TO KILL
LINGER A BIT LONGER AMONG THE HAZARD PAIN
COUNT THE TEARS TASTE THE PLAIN
LOVE IS CONFINE OF PASSION LEFT TO FEED IN A CESSPOOL
OF CHILDREN AND REQUESTS
WATCH THE SIDEWALKS FOLD INTO FLAMES RUNNING HIGHEST THE LAST OF HOPE
IT DIED IN HER EYES
SAND LOT OF A TRYING STAIN UPON A MARK IN GOD'S NAME
SOFT THE RAINBOWS COME TO PROMISE NO MORE RAIN
AND SHE CRIES INTO HER HEART AS SHE TAKES HER NEXT PILL
WORKS THE STREETS OF FAITH NOT AGAINST HER WILL
MONEY SHACKLES AS THE BODIES FADE
PURPOSE DRAINS A SOUL
MOVE TOUGH BRUSH AGAINST A CANVASS CLEAN
USE HER SWEAT TO CREATE THE SHEEN OF LOST LIFE
GATHER UP DIRT OF HURT TO COLOR SKIN OF GRATE
IN ALLEY COLD IN HATE AS SHE LOOKS PAST WIN
PRETTY BOXES CARDBOARD BOXES CASTLES IN A SKY
LADY BABY SEEN A MAYBE LETS PRAY BEFORE WE DIE
LUST IS THE MESSAGE AS THE GIRL CLIMBS HER THRILL
PAY IS POSING YET TO KILL
MONEY SHACKLES AS THE BODIES FADE
PURPOSE DRAINS A SOUL
LOVE IS CONFINE OF PASSION LEFT TO FEED IN A CESSPOOL
OF CHILDREN AND REQUESTS
Picture WINDOWS IN A ROW LAST WE RATE
SHE A TEN SAVE IS SEVEN SHE IS PREGNANT SHE IS LATE
EVERY WATER HAS A DRINK EVERY SOUL HAS A HOLE
AND A SINK TO POUR HER LIFE TO FATE
REST YOU RIGHTOUS WOMAN AS THE DAY COMES FOR YOUR HUSBAND TO SHOW
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If anyone ever wanted a reason to cry, I'd direct them to this work. Not happily, of course, but so that they could cry their fill about the things that, inevitably, seem to win over the "human condition." I'll stop now before I write myself, if no one else, into a rather deep hole of darkness. Too many images, too many conflicts, too much taste and texture, too much happiness lost to sorrow, too many things that have road-posted my own life and probably everyone else's. Still in all, is excellent presentation. I said I'd stop, didn't I? Just goes to show that every writer always has a little bit more to say. That was a compliment, by the way. I'll go now....
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