Bus Stop  

rm_dragonheat23 51M
977 posts
7/12/2006 8:17 am

Last Read:
8/22/2006 12:25 pm

Bus Stop

Walk past the window, can’t help but look in
I begin to think of what a fool I’ve been
Watch the story of my life play to an empty room
As sudden moonfire dispels the gloom

I see the players, don’t know who they are
Turning my memories into film noir
I’m a ghost looking at past imperfection
Closing my eyes to cut the connection

Four in the morning and I’m walking alone
Laughing to think “I don’t have a home”
Just 40 steps to the bus stop with a caveat
Ironic, I think, “Just what have I got?”

A voice whispers, “Hate to give you the news”
“Your ticket’s one way, heading for the blues
Turning to look with desperate eyes
So full of loss and funeral sighs

I can not forgather this apparition
This voice of hope, possible salvation
Have you a face? How shall I know you?
“To offer you hope, this I’ve come to”

I can offer a ride, but not much more
To the next station on your quest for
I’ve been thinking about you and me
Just not sure what we’re supposed to be

I’ve walked your path, followed that road
Skinned my knees and dragged my load
Maybe I’m here to offer you council
But the choice is yours, consequence as well

I’m stuck in this film too, just another player
The bus is leaving. What do you say dear?
Throw my baggage in her classic Cadillac
And wonder aloud, “Will I ever come back?”

moonfire2u 69F
2602 posts
7/12/2006 11:38 am

Never look back...the future lies ahead...

That was absolutely wonderful

kind thoughts,

ArtisticTwist75 41F
2505 posts
7/12/2006 12:16 pm

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Shakespeare - As You Like It (2)

Seemed fitting...

534 posts
7/13/2006 3:14 pm

    Quoting moonfire2u:
    Never look back...the future lies ahead...

    That was absolutely wonderful

    kind thoughts,
So true never look back .....your writing is so powerful...

Take Care ~Daisy~

champagnechaser 41F
1639 posts
7/14/2006 5:42 am

Very good... keep on moving, don't stop.

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HBowt2 58F

7/18/2006 3:52 pm

There's no going back....what we are looking to go back to has already changed and vanished....we can create a new future....and hope it's a good one...take care of you....HB2xx

Whispersoftly5 52F
15176 posts
7/25/2006 1:41 am

Powerful stuff sweetie. The future is ahead - no turning back.

Hugs and kisses - Whisper...

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