A TOAST

I sipped it dark and bitter today
though it does not reflect my days
more likened to the past I left behind
where the one eyed king is blind...

I have my ways written in rhyme
hope and hell given to the masses
they hold my words,
poured into Crown Glasses
I am separated into classes
they, kings blind of my passion
I am in my ways...

blissfully, I have connected spiritually
written in native tongues
my ghosts sit with me
they drink of me,
for we share the same cup,
creatively...
of what is written in blood.

Reviews

[Cassie Fraga]

very intriguing... love the play on thought and words!!
very nice write indeed!!

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Love the ending! Great write, interesting how you wrote this.

[Aidz]

And we spit into the cup and swallow... As always Rene to kewl