Poem By: Billy Alsbrooks
Let’s take a journey through the shadowlands
With infinite eyes I see their nothing
Too many diabetic minds in a sugar world
But who has dominion over their pallet?
Flying horses doing dirty dances
Their truth makes the underground appealing
We’re all one in spirit but can’t speak the language
But who can read the omens with chopsticks?
History’s so stubborn with her side of things
None of us can even get a word in
Oxford street bursts with ideas
But who knows what happens next?
Blake’s Jerusalem the key of all keys
But hotel doors require Bluetooth
Gold looks good on you the old man said
But who wears the treasures within?
Voodoo lines swallow the tourists
Rainy days embrace their defiance
These old buildings tell a thousand stories
But who can close Pandora’s box?
London sass wearing uptown gowns
Their designer heals no match for the homeless
The dirt on these streets their precious Crown Jewels
But who knows how to have a conversation?
Who can look up from their phone long enough to connect?
Who can make us feel without emojis?
Let’s get back to basics
Let’s get back to love
Let’s resurrect the music
Let’s breathe the poetry
Who dare stare into the moment with me?
Who can stay focused with all the distractions?
When does today become tomorrow?
When is now a good time???
Honestly I don’t mind
Will you ask me?
Yes you, will you ask me…