poem about las vegas
Submitted by simplykristal on Wed, 2008-03-05 20:33.
Flashing lights blinking, bedazzling, mezmorizing, blinding .
Our tinsel ,Our town ,Our downfall,
Quick fix made easy by a coin in a machine.
See Paris , See Egypt, but never see the world.
All our glitter holds no gold.
Song and dance while we empty your pockets .
Life is but a dream.
Wake up or youll live this nightmare.
Day in day out hustle ,bustle, lies, lust .
All hope is not lost we offer hope but at a cost.
Dance for the newcomers drunk and delerious.
Disillusionment comes like a bus through a tunnel.
Catch the 105 to reality .
Life is not a party you have been robbed .
You are stranded and away from home.
Whatever the hell home is anyway.
Delicious
Digg
Reddit»
- Login or register to post comments
- 266 reads
- Email this journal
- simplykristal's journal
- 0 points
Well Done Indeed, May I Share Too?
"June 20th 1995 Somewhere In Vegas"
In the burrows of the darkness
Where lovers try to reason
By the wool of the LAMB at CHARELSTON
Jim "The Hessian" Hess fell by loves treason
The slots in the city spun 'round about
On bus benches, the Hobos found sleep
As the pimps and the dealers raffled their souls
All the addicts and swingers did their back alley leap
"Come now Jimmy" I'll teach you to slither
And let me show you my darkest of alleys
My victims must have thought it were music
When they heard my snub-38 sally
The echoes have subsided, all but forever
Yet, in the distance I still hear them scream
All the late-night specials have been struck
Neon pipe-dreams are few, and too far in between
For the desert was black amid the twinkling twill
Except for the glow of diamonds on lace
This green studded, meth and blood money swill
Has sent many a'player to their last resting place
As for "Jimbo" he only saw the first dice roll by
When sally whispered "goodnight" in kisses on his back
A crowd of people watched from the shadows
And waged twelve and a half to one
On that double-odd black........
Copyright June, 1995 S.L. Schofield
All Rights Reserved.
This poem was written about an old friend who was murdered by his girlfriend in a 7-11 parking lot over a bag of meth.
"For All Is Vanity And Vexation Of Spirit"
~King Solomon~
Wow
I want to say it was amazing but in an odd way I'd almost feel like I'm saying the even was amazing. The detail and language are wonderful!