cheers

07/2011

                                                    we are creatures of the dusk, unknowing of the subtle dawn

                here you can find me, installed in my element

                                 the night is ours, constantly on to the next one

                                                       we raise bottles to ancient, forgotten tidings 

                                   followed by hear hears and shots to the head 

                                             conversations erupt across layers of silence 

                                                           where the hell have you been? bands, girls

                                    romances eternally lost, intoxication found

                                             music blares, carrying us through with glee

                                                                       smoke spirals, laced with ideas 

                                   as we swing golf clubs at our frustrations  

                                             this is our convention of liberation 

                                                          our show of connection with humanity

                                              they say this might be the best years of our lives

                   in acknowledgment I fill our glasses with elevation

                               hereafter may we never sleep, washing the windows of our world

Author's Note

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

music blares, carrying us through with glee
cigarette smoke spirals, laced with ideas
as we swing golf clubs at our frustrations

strong imagery here. Well done.

[Amila Jay]

Cool poem, very nice:-)

[Jeremy Baker]

Agree with Coyote: excellent poem! Strong expression and images, just wonderful

[realmwriter]

Cheers friend and I will raise a glass to you and say Kiss my Grits brother to you I say "Cheers" I felt drunk as I was reading this hence the kiss my grits part. Damn fine write my friend...!

[tk]

"we are creatures of the dusk, unknowing of the subtle dawn
here you can find me, installed in my element
the night is ours, constantly on to the next one
we raise bottles to ancient, forgotten tidings "

WOW. this is really great! this is something new and interesting. :) wonderfully penned. :)

[∂αʌ<..]

"they say this might be the best years of our lives"

i think this poem can be loaded with irony as well as it can be as true as your words are saying here Joshua! wonderfully written!

[Andrea Vargas]

"the night is ours, constantly on to the next one" I love this line in particularly because it is true! The night is ours to do what we will and in the end we move on to the next one and the next one, in a forever pattern.. This was a really good poem and i greatly enjoyed it.

[InkSlinger]

Here, here.. the next round is on me! Nicely penned!!

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Good shot..!!!

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

Heh this is brilliant! =)

Well done.

-Sarah