12-06-2014, 12:59 PM
Another Man's Land
I can’t fathom the aptitude of your resilience, distance is the existence I have come to know, and it is insidious.
The smell of my lonely room conjures the shadow of people I do not associate with--
when the lights are out.
These villainous shadows lurk at every flicker of light, encroaching with a grand scheme.
Their master plan. I know a thing or two about master plans.
They are dramatized, acted out, pure talent looking to scout.
Master plans are a man’s scam at every flicker that life generates.
Every moon set, every smiling compliment with hands tied.
They grow a romance bud, left to bloom, with a bottle of miracle grow in hand.
All the options come pre-canned; a ready con-man.
Now I formed a river, a yard, and a man. A house, and a distant land; grew trees and fruit.
“No vacincy” is up with a room to fill.
They knock and they mock, they try to fit their key in the lock. But I’ll wait with my shadows.
It’s distressing when the sun sets, the shadows engulf the land, and an uncanny world comes to stand.
It dances and smiles, and she likes the idea of a child...but it is just a master plan at this moment of life’s flicker.
The day comes to rise, and off comes his disguise, just a man with a plan, and a key in his hand off to try again in another man’s land.
I can’t fathom the aptitude of your resilience, distance is the existence I have come to know, and it is insidious.
The smell of my lonely room conjures the shadow of people I do not associate with--
when the lights are out.
These villainous shadows lurk at every flicker of light, encroaching with a grand scheme.
Their master plan. I know a thing or two about master plans.
They are dramatized, acted out, pure talent looking to scout.
Master plans are a man’s scam at every flicker that life generates.
Every moon set, every smiling compliment with hands tied.
They grow a romance bud, left to bloom, with a bottle of miracle grow in hand.
All the options come pre-canned; a ready con-man.
Now I formed a river, a yard, and a man. A house, and a distant land; grew trees and fruit.
“No vacincy” is up with a room to fill.
They knock and they mock, they try to fit their key in the lock. But I’ll wait with my shadows.
It’s distressing when the sun sets, the shadows engulf the land, and an uncanny world comes to stand.
It dances and smiles, and she likes the idea of a child...but it is just a master plan at this moment of life’s flicker.
The day comes to rise, and off comes his disguise, just a man with a plan, and a key in his hand off to try again in another man’s land.
--BeacherJosh