A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, June 21, 2010

saving it

the weight of human history now
is falling from our shoulders
we can't know any wiser now
but will we when we're older?
can all of it make sudden sense
if underneath, it's really of
no consequence?
no cause/effect?
just one damned thing
and after that:
another thing
well guess what's next!

but here's the best:
it's yet to come
it's yet to come
so ring the bells
reach one hand up
another rung
and pull yourself
just pull yourself

the best is yet
to come I guess
let's wait a bit
we're saving it
we're saving it
we're saving it
the best is yet
oh, ya
you bet

the scales don't fall
away at any point, your eyes
just learn to see
within the blind
in front of you
the ties that bind
your flesh to thee
your flesh that fixed you in this world
cannot be fixed
or purified
who told you that?
that fucker lied
and then he died
and then he died

the best is yet
to come I guess
let's wait a bit
we're saving it
we're saving it
we're saving it
the best is yet
oh, ya
you bet

and here's the best:
it's yet to come
it's yet to come
so ring the bells
reach one hand up
another rung
and pull yourself
just pull your self

2 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh, this one's just begging for some music!!

Jen said...

the repetition is really well done.