Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Let it Slide

When your world is a mess, insane
Don't scream out loud, refrain
Keep your chin high,
Wipe those red eyes dry
Away with these washable stains.

When hope crumbles in your hands
Weary and weak, you lose your stand
Another ditch in the road,
A minute of biting cold
But a thread in the intricate plan.

When its a blizzard of bad days
There's a light through the haze
It's a momentary gale
Soon, your ship will set sail
To the door at the end of the maze.

Just let things slide,
Take trouble in your stride
Why frown, why worry
You will get through the calamity
What counts is the ride

Just let things slide
Don't you feel deprived
These tremors are a phase
That time will soon erase
Just a shake to your pride
Let it slide.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You are a fargin genius Let it Slide poet. this should be taped in every angst ridden "revenge is mine american mentality" person going down the road of angst

Byron Balaski

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry
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