Tin Foil Dreams

Posted on by falsepromisenouveau

Love was king and Pleasure his queen
Back in the days I thought I knew something

Like the coming of the summer rain
with thunder rattling the window seal
And the lightenings flash crisp and bright
Burning the sky with white streaks of light

Now I’m just a wasted old man
Lost in an age I can’t understand
I’m a lonesome beggar in a foreign land
No dreams of the future
Only nightmares from my past

What ever happened to chivalry and the age of high romance
Of living life truthful and roaming free
With a gallant heart overflowing with beauty and poetry

But that was back in the days I thought I knew a thing
When Love was king
And Pleasure his queen

Before the sky was a Persian blue
A time before I watched the nights bloom
With missiles and rockets and white plume trails

I long for life before the devil knew my name
Before in blood I signed my life away Odd that in youth the thought didn’t matter as much

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Published by falsepromisenouveau

Art, Poetry, and dreams of things to come. False Promises is something we all do whether we make them to pacify a young child or an anal associate. The worst are the ones we make to ourselves and label bucket or wish list. With that said I hope to write stories populated by my memories, and the regrets that I would change. If only done in fiction or a dream, I tried.

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