Tuesday, July 9, 2013


By Mark Bishop

This shining globe
this golden orb is rotten from the inside out
dying for another fix
another drop of value from humanities puddle of borrowed time

Absorbed into the desert of self to quench the heart and wet the tongue
Well I grow tired of this addiction, of these sponges to oft' wrung
These melodies just tell of these happy breaks from pain unsung

So I'm giving up on living because I heard I'm going to die
and I've said farewell to laughter for I'd so much rather cry
As for love it's not about me so I find it hard to swallow
but I'd rather choke on life's full course
than live and laugh while hallow