MY CHRONICLES

Busy days, lazy days, they're all the same.
Wake up to the dead beat routine,
hang my head, drag my legs
I must be a damn shame
The regrets of dreams once great and spry
what would have been great times
A fantasy or a fallacy
it make me cry
it makes me cry
deep on the inside
where only I can see
And on the surface I smile
in day i dine
and this dredged routine I ply

©davyvivaldi 2013

 

MOCK WILL

If I should die before my time, let the pieces of writing placed here be what I will be remembered for. but as i will be around for another twenty years, I am sure that, you will find plenty more information to enjoy about me, magical, or depressingly beautiful concoctions of this convoluted mind.I hope to touch a million lives and I have found a good number of individuals who i hope to impact positively

SMILE

A hand has to be lent
Even when the fingers are bent
And the heart is rent
with a deep shocking rage
When humanity is full of rage

Kindness is fatal flaw
Where greed and hate don't thaw
And injustice is plain raw
Joy's ploy must bear fruit
To give hope heavily astute

When we fall to the ground,
And can't feel proud in the shroud
Thick and dark in shame
When the heart is to blame
Only a smile in us can tame
smile dear
for me,
for the world
smile dear