Dreaming Classic Silent Films
I couldn't see the end of the mountain or the beginning of the road,
Down came the fire and that one spark caused the flood.
I always said I could get ahead of you.
But never get to the summit instead of you.
Because the morning of the afternoon, I watched the room light up so soon.
The moon was no longer needed, enemies no longer greeted.
The humans no longer breathed any breath that signified new hope.
Only old jokes, that were so old every punchline he spoke only got a light applause.
That couldn't be heard over the rumbling of chairs
And the exit doors being opened and closed with five figures vanishing per second.
He was a cunning man and he let everyone know how low he would go to get attention,
Or even a mention in his fantasy lovers prayers.
Whenever inspiration struck he just became enough nothing more or greater.
And hoped that maybe later, not right now,
He would discover why she was made like sickening nature.
She really tries to suffer for her art, her art suffers for common sense and progress.
She was my hostess and I was once her delivery boy,
And what I gave her did shiver when she slithered out of the light.
For only one night I tried to change the one right she had to wrong,
A thirty seven year long problem that I knew was better gone.
And her silk shawl did fall to the ground,
And I looked around wondering was it me or her reflection she was looking at.
"Is that all you have to offer?, or should I even bother to grovel as you'll leave before I care.
Come dawn you'll disappear and leave me with what I don't believe in."
Like I wanted to say earlier I despise confrontation,
It only adds to the fascination that is being able to define your weakness.
Even animals need some other figure in their life.
Once you pay the price no refund will be given.
If this is living, direct me towards the beginning,
I'll take another choice.
'Dreaming Classic Silent Films' was written by MARK WALSH. Mark currently lives in Ireland and has been writing poetry as a hobby since he was thirteen. Mark first became interested in poetry after attending a poetry reading early in is childhood. His favorite poets are Dylan Thomas, Arthur Rimbaud and Allen Ginsberg. He is also a fan of Irish poets such as W.B Yeats. His other hobbies include painting and music.
