Golden Peak

Until I fall, until I lose

I will brawl and never confuse

everything that I once did seek.

I've arrived at my golden peak.

Peak behind this curtain of gold.

Welcome to my golden peak, so bold.

I've spent days here just trying to mold

my wishes into my work I sold.

Selling it to whoever will behold

and buy it for a thousand fold

of what it may be worth. Untold

stories are meant to be now unrolled.

All told, I will now stand and uphold

my life under all circumstances. To fold

is not an option, because I foretold

my future is about to just explode.

My potential is just much too bright

so I put on my sunglasses. Right

away I turn around. Night

is crashing in on me tight.

I'm suffocating forthright

from all the dark and my might

is starting to just turn quite

weakly into a more slight

version of what it was in spite

of my best efforts to stay upright.

Until I fall, until I lose

I will brawl and never confuse

everything that I once did seek.

I've arrived at my golden peak.

I'm a little cheeky,

my rhymes are just too squeaky,

so I turn a little freaky

when I get into my creaky

rocking chair while I'm sneaky.

Sneaking around so sleekly,

trying to find a peak. See

I'm on the road to victory.

This is my new story.

Writing my book of glory

even while my inventory

looks like an abandoned quarry.

Rocks, stocks, bonds and flocks

are nothing more than road blocks.

I don't need fame to start this walk.

Success is not the main thing I stalk.

Talking boxes, full of squawking squawks.

I spend everyday just breaking rocks

that keep on refusing to crumble.

I keep spitting out these words I mumble.

Until I fall, until I lose

I will brawl and never confuse

everything that I once did seek.

I've arrived at my golden peak.

Rapidity rap-rap, rhyming real realistically.

Learning linguistically to flow artistically.

Characteristically, I rhyme statistically

but unrealistically expect optimistically.

Lines like that are lines that cause

lines to stand outside and pause

as they wait for hours on end

for my linear shows to begin, my friend.

Lines flow smooth like lines on ice,

creating shapes that so much entice.

One, two, three, four, almost there.

One last time fixing up my hair.

The curtains open, here we go.

Finally it's time for my favorite show.

The crowds are roaring, happily.

Critics dare not now snap at me.

Unashamedly, I mumble these rhymes,

spit out things that might be considered crimes.

But as I said before, this perfectly sleek

road leads to my far-off golden peak.

Author's Note

The peak might be far off, but it is still reachable.

Reviews

[Emily]

I like the meaning!
Well done!

[Not here]

thanks :) im glad you liked it

[Ishita Dixit]

Wow David!
I like the very moods you put into a single piece.
A serious inspiring piece and then BAMMM! 'cheeky and squeeky' and what not?
Its a fun read with a clear message.
I loved reading this.
Your writing style is very unique David! Treasure it.

[Not here]

thank you :) i appreciate it alot

[Ishita Dixit]

you're welcome!

[ANTO]

I saw Eminems main battle on stage here (as portrayed in 8 Mile).
There is so much confidence in the narrators own skills that I feel if they were able to secure their 'one chance' then - given this tone and in this frame of mind - the uber positivity - then no-one could beat them on the mic.
Believe me there are much, much worse rhymes being put onto vinyl in Europe as we speak.
I really lapped this up.
Cool write David.
!
:)

[Not here]

thank you very much :) i would love to know what you think of my other poems if u get the time

[ANTO]

Your welcome david - will drop by soon my man.
;))

[Not here]

thanks man :)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Yeah:) nicely done. I like it, so you get a hundred points from me:)

[Not here]

thank you :) your the only one thats reviewed so far

[Dani The Unreviewed]

I don't know why am i the only one so far... You are welcome:)