The Dark Ages

In the beginning, there was light

Quest for knowledge

Ticket dearly bought

Young gun, pistol cocked

Experienced wide and far

But ganja had to be shed

The magic carpet put to bed

Beer was his only friend the nights

The music died

~

The music had already turned

Before the Johns departed

His life turned with the music

Punk and New Age, Rap and Grunge

As the world turned cold

The “Chill” spread throughout

The decade of darkness

The bong was tossed along with

His heart, which

Existed only within the shadows

~

The wine and beer though, flowed

New friends were made in the wake

Of lost shipmates

The girl was there where he left her

Still not knowing her own mind

Slowly stealing what ebb was left

The seas got rocky as beer and gambling

Took over as the favored sins

He was so freaking smart

It was a shame he didn’t have a clue

~

Darkness fell when she got married

Continued when she came running

As she always did

Others were seen along the way

And they saw the troubled son

Adrift within the hallowed halls

Of wisdom

They all took what they came after

And lived for another day

~

Love came running, knocking

At the door, midnight hour

Hope rekindled

Then stolen by the re-gifter

The drifter in the night

Made one last deal with the Devil

As the beat went on and on

Twisting in rainbow colors

Dancing to the tune about

The road to Hades

Laughing in the night

We will never get this right

And so the band played on

~

Somewhere along the way

Hope and joy were lost

Dreams faded into the night

Wisdom was not held

In a plaque upon the wall

Love and dreams failed to ignite

Shadows crept into the soul

A cold, bitter frost settled on the heart

A fire hydrant jumped out and bit him

On a drunken Monday night

The clang of the bars a broken tune

For a broken man

Lost in a broken world

Of his own making

~

And then, with the party over

The music long since died

The angel flown and gone

The book of dreams lying on the floor

Lost and lonely, cast away

Set adrift from population

Walls of darkness hiding

The emptiness within

Until a chance encounter

With a barmaid silk and sassy

Who sang a different tune

And in the end…

Light again

And songs to fill the air

~

Mjcarson

9-21-2007

 

Reviews

[Heaven]

I love it. It tells a story, while rhyming, and and flowing well! It is very interesting and could easily be mistaken for a story. You have a good imagination and I can't wait to read more because this was a very good read!!!! Kudos!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Man, this is great.. what a tale.. i enjoyed it so much.. ganja and beer, music ,, girls,, a very nice poem / story..
I love the line about the fire hydrant jumping and biting him..This is entertaining reading..

Chloe
xoxo