Dirty Blues Laundry by E.Right - HTML preview

THE DIRT

Don’t let depression get you down

Out of town,out of time

Beat the blues,the dark blues

The lonely blues,the ugly blues that make

your soul feel forlorn

As if your whole life is torn

You are just the pawn,the spawn that was

never meant to be born There is no hope,no rope of justice no rope to hold on to.

Everyday feels like a big fall

A hopeless and long ride to depredation

A world without a strong nation

Let the dark blues shrivel

Shrivel to nothingness

Shrivel and shrivel until your world is once more that powerful nation

A work of wonder and an unstoppable creation

Your life should be like a peaceful and quiet location No rage, no fears, no hatred, no bitterness.

Stop.

Your mind is about to pop.

You need to drop out of the dirt

The filth that brought so much hurt

So much heat,lies and ways so curt

A passion within has been diminished

By the dark, dark blues

Such a darkness that cannot be explained

A darkness that cannot be tamed

It lurks in various places,places you’d never have thought it could exist

Places you’d never have thought it might persist

When you kiss your lover,your lips turn blue

As blue as the pen ink used to write the love letter

The letter that never gets to your lover’s heart

The letter that makes you cringe,the letter that

meets your soul’s needs Wake up to depart to the sound of dry love singing.

Singing the blues,singing a song of very dark blues.

When you embrace your lover,your nipples turn blue

As blue as the skies on a dark cloudy day

Because you fear as to what to say

You know there is no warmth in the embrace and no sign of

love is shown from the look on your lover’s face.

It is such a sad case.

An affair that cannot be helped

A love so dry, it makes many wonder why Why did it ever begin?

Wait.You must explain the reason why you chose to hold on to so much pain.

In a world where many choose to judge

In a world so shallow, so merciless and cruel

In a world of vanity, flamboyance and many laws

Many laws that spell out your flaws

Many laws with vicious claws

In a state of frenzy, wretchedness, sleeplessness

You strive to cling onto the unexpected

You strive to hold onto what might soon be no longer there.

No longer there to be your hiding lair

A lair so terrifying,so petrifying It must not be spoken of.

Shush

It is a lair of hurt

A lair of harsh blues

A lair of divine madness A lair of such unbreakable sadness.

It is a lair of dirt!

 

 

MY LAUNDRY

All my filth is in the wash

It won’t be long when my life will be clean

A clean world of hope,love and understanding A clean world with no bitterness and no hurt.

I have beaten the misery and depression

that suppresses me

That makes me see myself as a failure

I have fought and fought the dark, dark blues

The dark blues that puts me in the dark

Like a wingless lark without a spark of life Not even a spark of strife.

I smell the scent of freedom, it is pure and clean

Clean as the new white sheets, spread out on an old bed

Clean as the innocence of a child

Unlike the ways of the wild

I have buried the bitter blues

The blues that brought me nothing but dark sadness and an inner torture An ugliness of harsh depression

A stress that rocks modern fashion

It likes to strut or swindle about in a rather mocking manner

There is no banner

Just an inner darkness

That is easily obtained

But from now it shall be defamed

The filth is gone

There will be no more sad songs

Those dark blue songs that stole the vivacity of life,the ways to strife

All the filth is gone

I am no longer in the wash

I am now clean and dry I am now a whole new person.

I am the laundry that leapt out of the blues Into clean,comfortable and brand new shoes.