poems by L. Sydney Abel

Press Men

 

All the press men talk the same

Same filth from the same drain

Needed is honest legitimacy

where the world is depicted accurately

No more untruths

All this lying is making you media scum busy

your world is making me dizzy

 

 

 

Wisdom

 

Rotting in a prison

catching flies for religion

eating wings for wisdom

 

The bars are glooms of hatred thought

The past is shadow

cavernous shadow

The coming is tomorrow

a light to follow

All what happened should not be forgot

 

 

 

Some Say

 

Some say:

they can remember as if it were yesterday

But in reality:

it was a lifetime absent

 

Some say:

show your scars

But in reality:

it’s easier to suffer alone

 

Some say:

peace will be fought for

But in reality:

we need to renounce violence

 

Some say:

use freedom of speech

But in reality:

we’re bullied into silence

 

Some say:

get busy living or get busy dying

But in reality:

dying is the default

 

Some say:

absence makes the heart grow fonder

But in reality:

absence foretells new passion

 

Some say:

enjoy what’s free in life

But in reality:

freedom costs

 

 

 

No Hidden Meaning

 

I breathe for everything

yet I need nothing

or reverse to contradict

I’m as cool as can be

vague in disguise

I can’t hide what I appear

 

To be what I want to be

To be just me

No hidden meaning

To be without reason

 

I don’t breathe for nothing

yet I don’t need everything

what comes I won’t deny

I look this way because I do

however contrived

just me in florescent socks

 

One who remained has stopped breathing

the deceased’s memory dies

Inhale for identity

and rise

 

To be what I want to be

To be just me

No hidden meaning

To be without reason

 

Bless those that encouraged me

Bless those that cared

Bless those that don’t understand

Bless the one’s that hold my hand

 

The journey carries on

 

 

 

Idiot

 

When embracing what evil brings

Deserved are the bitterest things

 

Good will pity it

Good will tell you you’re an idiot

 

poems by L. Sydney Abel

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