Thursday, January 5, 2012

Back to Bedlam

You're high
Then you write
Poetry
Lucid thoughts

You wait in despair
Prepare to be extinguished
Your bright blue flame
Being watered down

The end of the line
Bottom of the valley
The deepest deep
The space within

Serving among brothers
Working hand in hand
You soldier on
Till kingdom come

Bright sun goes down
The menacing night
Wild cats on the prowl
You're scared alone

Neck deep in despair
At the end of the day
Ain't me and you
But me alone

And my God within
Who guides my way
Or he's just a sham
I wouldn't know

To the beach and back
To the city of dreams
In a tumbling train
Back to bedlam


12 comments:

Blondie said...

Beautiful, for lack of a better word.

Peevie Juice said...

@Blondie - I try.

Blondie said...

And you succeed also.
The humility's nice.

Anonymous said...

I'm just another random stranger with nothing to with your life, so feel free to ignore this.
But.
You write amazingly well, I'm pretty sure you've realized that by now. And you don't seem all that interested in law. So why don't you write? A novel, or an autobiography or something; you definitely have a life interesting enough for one!
I'd totally read it.
Think about it. Maybe that will make you legend?

Oh, and this particular post was beautiful. Perfect. I love the James Blunt reference!

Peevie Juice said...

@Anonymous - You said so much, could have left your name behind.

Anonymous said...

Sam.
If it makes any difference to your life.

Peevie Juice said...

@Sam - Samudra Sarangi?

I don't know.

Anonymous said...

Um, no. I honestly am just an anonymous person who stumbled upon your blog.

Anonymous said...

From here. http://awesomewebe.blogspot.in/
A totally different world from yours :)

Vi. said...

What ya Peevie :O Im gone for some time and youve gone and revamped! But essence is still the same :D Liked this one :) But love your long verses of prose better :D Will come back and read! YOU POST !!! <3

R. said...

@Anonymous - Agreed, very very different.

R. said...

@Vi. -
"It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good"

Much obliged, poetry has taken a Titanic shift as well. Change change change.

Blog more alright.