Words that rhyme
Man's greatest crime
Cannabinoids now mime!
Rain, shine or thyme
And I sit and rhyme
Till the last noons chime.
Something written more out of joblessness than anything else! Doesn't have a general direction; the blues had struck, with despair rich vengeance. Enough to make sinfully pointless Mondays weep. Cheers!
Man's greatest crime
Cannabinoids now mime!
Rain, shine or thyme
And I sit and rhyme
Till the last noons chime.
Something written more out of joblessness than anything else! Doesn't have a general direction; the blues had struck, with despair rich vengeance. Enough to make sinfully pointless Mondays weep. Cheers!
A madness that awaits you
The truth that life baits
two
Time's aphorisms these true
in silence we're doomed to
rue
Just a pebble in the pond
Faithless fate enables
beyond
For restless winds
fearfully recreate
Awaiting death's final
berate
Lost voices beyond the veil
Through endless twilights
they wail
Listening to the silence
profound
Watching reality slowly
unwound
Endless furrows scour my mind
Fettered soul not one of a kind
Lustrous darkness once embraced
Withered will left forever crazed
Wanton rage seeks to win
Wounded pride, its righteous rant
Fleeting light suffers this sin
The soft whispers, still they chant
Earnest desire and deathly pain
Hazy peals these, in me heart they ring
Listless thoughts then break this train
Forgotten grit in me soul sings
Praying for a deluge of light
For some days at least to shine truly bright
Beings of light thus battle spirits of ire
Mending endless follies they too tire
Sweet light born of wild hope
Souls of malice flee renewed hope
Redundant despair failing to impress
Waning strength thus taunts duress
Purpose born of a greater will
Born not for the dark to kill
Withered husk remembers lives persist
That endless nights are yet to exist
Cracks of dawn all the way
Gloom rules but for a day
Deep down chaos may reign
As it was it shall be again
I apologize for the Oh-soooo-gloomy theme and the shifty rhyme scheme. The former happens on taking oneself way too seriously, the latter if you are not a poet.