instant, grayscales and monotones

instant, grayscales and monotones

the grass is no longer green

it is just dirty

melodies of life have fled

and i bleed in woe filled dreams

and i need an instant fix

before i go back to sleep

so i write poetry

for the accolades ?

that fades as well

regardless of what i tell

or disperse

in my verse

a curse ? . . .

or a blessing

confessing never works

never has

for the jerks who listened

had their own proclivities

they were dealing with

doing crosswords puzzles

crossing words up

feeding me a verbiage of garbage

even they did not dare to eat

have we forgotten our thirst

our hunger

and i wonder

did they really know the one

who could fix it all

the calls of my soul was desperate

for the despair

was choking of all air

that which i thought was my life

as the strife accumulated

was ill fated

and i was only sated

in my delusions

as the contusions within

began to callous

the fallacies we endure

even though we are sure

is not the way

will never lead us to that day

we vie for

we die for

we cry for

for

it is a house

whose foundation

is not of concrete

it is a mud brick

and my sickly salty tears

dissolve all basis

of my illusionary stasis

and again i am grounded

unsheltered

from the storms

i need an instant fix

to my grayscale world

when will the music become

more than a monotone ?

where is my box of 64

i need more color than this instant Grey

mixed from this Black and White contexuality

© 1 December 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

www.iamjustbill.com