Poetry of Mike

When I die

Toasts should be given

No one should cry

Be glad that you're living

Remember my life

The hand I was dealt

Speak of my stories

And the joy that I felt

Life was shit

But so damn good

No hopes, no dreams

I lived like I should

The path was clear

And I didn't take it

But life was good

'Cause life's what you make it

As close as skin
With love like kin
She let me in
Then there was regret

She felt within
We were meant to have been
But now & then
She seemed to forget

That it was pretend
Beginning & end
The love I would send
Was all in her head

I tried to defend
What I thought I could mean
My thoughts all decend
And now she's dead

Emotional rollercoasters

Ups & downs

Smiles & frowns

Circus clown

Bad sheep

Black sheep

Disappointment

Lack of sleep

Come downs

Withdrawls

Hangovers

Close calls

Bad thoughts

Nightmares

On the edge

No one cares

Cocaine and Coors
Maybe a side of Dewar's
They taunt and it lures
All us connoisseurs

Into a web
Inside our own head
We fear and we dread
And still end up dead

So live for yourself
Never someone else
With sickness, with health
We still end up dead

There comes a time

When time comes to a hault

You blame everyone

Except the one at fault

Fingers are pointed

Points are made

Love is annulled

But no debts are paid

You've paid your dues

But not the cost

All decency is tossed aside

Humanity is lost

Faith is just a word

Belief is but a feeling

That doesn't make it real

Although it sounds appealing

Words are lies, smiles are cries

We're all left to wonder

When people like me look in the skies

All we see is thunder