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Monday, March 18, 2013

Drink

Composed as the liquor
Poisons the brain
Creativity comes quicker
Within this polluted frame

A drink more, a drink more
All the heart calls for

A plea that's hard to ignore
Yet logic starts to implore
One more, the body will be on the floor

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Don't Contain The Rain

In the blink of an eye
Things can change
Immortals can die
Truths can rearrange

When down and out
Still smile throughout
Though easier to pout
Or scream or shout

It's hard to complain
When you speak plain,
Keep peace on your brain,
And let your happiness rain.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Moonlight Sonata

The sun went down it's hole,
And moon arose again.
Lost and abandoned souls,
Wondered where to begin.
Torpor, torment, and fright,
Tore apart those with fear;
To lose the comforting light,
Not near, yet clung too dear.

They lose their sight,
In the embrace of night;
And lose will to fight,
Comforting black blight.

Loving evening, wash over mind,
Improve sight to compose and find;
Some degree of space in time,
Tenebrous musical notes on line.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Eden

Fantasy is a peaceful state
A position where joy is known
No field filled with ignorant hate
The place the love flower is grown
And no time or expiration date
So seeds are always sown
Yet harvests never arrive late

All the colors reality can't see,
All around, they surround.
Fields of indulgent beauty,
Grow up from fertile ground
Without a care, plants grow free
No thief has ever found
This garden in you and me!

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Love Potion

A small precise rhyme
In the dark night time
When eyes are surgical shut
Like a stitched closed cut

Drink this elixir,
This verbal all-in-one fixer,
Made from a mental mixer.
Composed "not too light,
Not too thick sir".

Delivered just right
While dawns clouds grow light

Cures the physically sick
When surrounded by pain.
A foggy complex brain
Now views simple and plain
Through it all, together they stick

No remedy for the affliction
Their love without restriction
Except that one and one make two
And no matter the distance
The opposition or resistance
Their hearts were always true.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Why ask Why?

Paragraph, by paragraph
Painting a picture
Of a state of mind
A visual monograph
Ignoring stricture
Rhyming words are enshrined
Using creativity to develop and grow
Through trial and errors
The concept and style will show
Joyfulness or terrors
You'll reap what you sow.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

A Play

What comfort
Can a poet say
As taxes come forth
Dues we must pay
What new ideas show
Except for a select few
Everything we know
Is based on what we knew

Trial after experiment
Knowledge, like poem, grew
Desire to create wont relent
Toiled and till entirely spent

Repackaged and reused
Perverted and abused

The hope in this scene
To keep the paper clean
Is smoke that is seen
When burning sticky green.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Love

The world disappears
While in your midst
Heavenly frontiers
You equals the World, get the gist?
Two hearts coexist
Strive and persist
Every turn and twist

The only moment that floods,
Like a cut flowing blood;
My once painful, now peace filled mind:
Is the look in your eyes loving, and kind!

Every moment spent
With you in my sight
Is sunshine sent
To shine on me bright

The world disappears
While I'm lost in your eyes
Each gray blanket clears
Your love brings sunny skies.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

An Act Of Love

A darkened street
Is where they meet;
In the dark,
Two share a spark.

X

While the rest of the world, alertly sleeps,
These two join and joyfully weep;
Unable to reveal what's hidden deep inside, both hearts impenetrable keeps.

X

For when the day
Chases night away,
From the other they must stray;
And like good players, their roles plays!

X

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Dreamland

There is an interesting bed
So comfortable to lay on
With soft sheet of crimson red
Comforting you till awake is gone
It's frame is made of
Solid chestnut oak
With a mattress as soft as a infants love Whispering almost incoherently, it spoke

"Drift away with me
Into another land
A place where you're free
And inner voice, is your private band."

"As bards once found
Their nightly rest
Under stars shining profound
With only music in their breasts
Rhythm's comforting sound"

"Dreamland a land of sleep
Realities and troubles slowly leap
Away, and never cause you to weep."

"Dreamland is where visions unknown
Do not exist, for it is very well known
That this is the land, where dreams are sewn."

"Dreamland is a sight to see, a scene;
But don't take my advice, rest on me
And travel to this land most rapidly!
A land so clean, and totally serene!"

"This passage lies...
Behind your eyes
Close them tight
So devoid of light
And I'll give you sight"

Upon this advice,
I didn't think twice;
Of to somewhere nice,
From reality my mind did splice.
Sleep found on the bed,
And visions filled my head;
Of every fear and each dread,
Arriving at, a nightmare instead!

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Imperfect Infallibility

The poem per se,
A home of torment, I'd say.
Some wordplay,
Glum doesn't relent.

Blissfully living.
Wistfully giving.

Dejected and rejected,
Affected socially by words reflected.

With love for art,
A wordsmith at heart!

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

You Decide

A young man awoke
To a fiercely burning fire
And a shadowy spirit spoke
Of steel and power that did not tire
A young man awoke
To cloudy peaceful skies
And a shining light spoke
Of a godly realm of tearless eyes

A young man awoke
To reality - room fogged with smoke
And no one spoke
So he fiercely fired up a cloudy peaceful toke.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Blink

Time to grab a drink,
And take time to think.
Emotions like an ice rink,
And mind bent to the brink.
Steadily hope starts to sink.
Everything ends in a blink.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Shining Light

I grasp and fight
In this deep dark night.
In solemn black I write.

Still nothing seems right,
In this deep dark night;
Blind to both left and right.

My chest grows tight...

In this deep dark night...

I've lost the comforting...

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Dusk

As the sun went down
A heart filled with remiss

Looking for light all around
Brought a sense of loneliness

Screaming thoughts without a sound
To an audience of emptiness

The morning light, heart awoke and found Now, sun down approaching darkness
The warming love once shone profound Gone- as sun entered the abyss

Looking at the unlit ground
Walking in shadows of former bliss

Holding on to the memories
Of daybreak and her loving kiss.


Composed By: Andrew Drucker

No Answer

Pacing, smoking this cigarette;
Heart-racing, concerned with control: feeling inept.
Subtle suicidal injections, causing a feeling of forget -
 And yet, the mind; in jest, shuns this life full of regret.

And time slowly burns…

The soul yearns, desperately;
To learn the geometry.
One plus one equals two,
There is some sense of symmetry.

And time slowly burns…

Three divided by one equals three;
But what does that mean to each, individually?
Is a truth inert, actively true?
Questions burn; like this cigarette, unrelentingly.  

And time slowly burns…

Dissonance, divesting inner sense, till spent – utterly.
Life`s destructive beat, amplified by ever moving feet.

Passerby’s stare at sleep
Deprived and bloodshot eyes;
Unaware of the facade and disguise.

The genuine lies within deep:
In honest solitude before restless sleep;
Tested, tormented, tired eyes weep.

None hear the screaming heart beat!
So in silence, an elevated mind, strives unrelentingly.  

And time slowly burns…

Inebriated! Not from a weed; known paths treaded pleasurably,

High on a need.
Mendel with a seed.

Immersed in an unrehearsed rhyme; traversing purposefully.

And time slowly burns…

On a search for the genetics and chemistry,
That envelope the frame of mind.
The elements are searched, low and high;
And yet the equation z n+1, doesn’t reveal why;
There lie unknown variables, in each exhausted sigh.

And time slowly burns…

Will, sweat, and tears; the answer nears.
Fears and dreams approach in equal measure.
Days, months, and years; the fogging clears.
A wondrous sight, a pleasure, like the view unearthed treasure.

Yet, deceptive perception
Shows the report:
Some immortal suggestion,
In which there is a new question.

And time slowly burns…

And though like a cigarette, we slowly burn each day,
When we leave, we live on through those who stay.

And time slowly burns, the cigarette is tossed away.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker