Collections of a Past Life
Wyvernict
Published by Wyvernict at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 Wyvernict
Contents
The Truth
We all breed the same
To please
To be one and all
Hate and love
We all make dust one day
The young and old
Bold and cold
Just live and let die.
A piece of life
You loved me
To hate and love
I left and you bred
Only to lie with your head
But your eyes could tell no lie
And today I die
I watch you and him
What’s up with Tim?
Love or Lost
You decided to bust
I came and went
My heart was bent
You were to be my wife
Only you decided to leave my life
How could you flee?
You loved me
You killed me
Club
Scoping out the girls
A trio came up
But had few to say
Went to leave
But said “fuck it” and went in anyway
Thumped to the music
Fade in and out
One girl here
Another there
One on my bud
Another avoiding the dud
Saw the trio
Bounced with 2
Handed one to my bud
Kept the other
Left the club
With a girl on my arm
And my heart in her hand
We watched the trio leave
Only to find us
Walking home alone.
The Toad
I gotta get off this base
With a motor beneath
And two wheels supportin
It’s time to get sportin
Where I go
I don’t know
I just feel the road
Watchin for the toad
Avoiding Murph at every turn
Trying not to burn
Go I must
Try not to bust
Getting looks
Trying to be seen
I might be mean
But just stay outa the way
I’m coming through
You might be blue
But I’m not
No phones, people or anything
Don’t get in the way
Just me and my girl
Blowing in the wind my frill
Huggin the road
Just watch for the toad
We
We are what we think we are
We do what we think we do
We see what we want to see
We hear what we want to hear
We say what we don’t mean to
We lie cause we want to
We close our eyes to the world
We opened our eyes in the beginning
Only to close them shortly after
We think people care
We think we care
We think we’re heard
We listen
But do we?
We treat animals better
We live only to die
We celebrate ourselves
We don’t think we are
But we are
We make laws
We make things to believe
We try to organize
We leave others out
We are what we are
The Bike
On my way to the fair
I’m going to terrorize
But you can sympathize
I need to let it loose
You can booze
I got this
You got that
Taking flight
You gawk at the site
With nothing attached
I’m totally detached
No worries, fears, thoughts
You say to leave
But I say you need to believe
What it’s like
To be on a bike
The tell of the Dragon
That likes to feast
He knows much
But is not the best of the bunch
Most people hardly notice
But he is in solace
With many a mistake
He has been forced to bake
With love
With joy
With sorrow mainly
He has been shot plainly
By one and all
Left alone to fall
The women come and go
Mainly for his fire
For when their hearts need warming
He is there for scorning
If he cares
He feels tears
If there is no feeling
There is still bleedings
He is one
If you meet this one
Treat him as your one
For he will
He is the dragon
It’s the time to get on the wagon.
Step
And live to die
If life is a STD
Then death is the only cure
No one has ever died healthy
We all make mistakes
What makes some better than others
Is how we learn from those mistakes
What makes a good parent
Is not the kid
But how we teach the kid
To take responsibility
For our actions
As well as theirs
To accept the truth