Working on forever
What happens in my mind!
Stays in my mind
Like talking to the wind
But sometimes it slips out
Looking between the lines
Condemned to bless
Tragedy of a convoluted history
Resolving a conflicting reality
Cherchaz Le Femme
Still being baited
Writing in the dark
Shadows long on the page
Driving a hundred miles a hour
Sometimes it slips out
Baiting by psychological warfare
Telling the difference between the truth
That was a lie and the lie that was the truth
Profundity of dying by life
Staring at the darkness in your eyes
Misinterpreting true sensation
A little like shame
Like talking to the wind
The smell of pure angelic
Manipulating paradise
Working on forever
Still being baited
Writing in the dark
Where the shadows are long
Perhaps you have been there
Working on forever
Sometimes it slips out
5 comments:
I know the garret dark and drear,
And one who toils and toils with tireless pen ...
Is that "Unforgotten" by Robert Service?
"Until his brave, sad eyes grow weary – then
He seeks the stars pale, silent as a seer."
Cherchaz Le Femme is occasionally used in its loose English translation 'look for the woman', expresses the idea that the source of any given problem involving a man is liable to be a woman. That isn't to say that the woman herself was necessarily the direct cause of the problem, as in Shakespeare's Macbeth for instance, but that a man has behaved stupidly or out of character in order to impress a woman or gain her favour.
...hmmm...GREASE lightning! Wella Wella Wella...hmmm...tell me more...tell me more...did he get very far...
Would that start a fire I think....I believe it is just a poem...
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