Category: Writers Block
Driving down this Montana interstate,
The wheels pulling me closer to my fate,
Somewhere beyond that line of mountains blue.
I'm running away from mistakes in my past,
Along these empty highways long and vast,
Looking for a way to forget about you.
I've been searching for love in all the wrong places,
Looking for love in all the wrong faces,
Giving my heart to those who just don't care.
I've been running for love in all the wrong races,
Listening for love in all the wrong phrases,
Trying so hard to find what just ain't there.
There's so much I've been dreaming of --
I've been looking for love.
Walking along this line of railroad track,
With nothing but the clothes on my back,
I try to find some place to rest my weary feet.
Flashing lights far off in the pouring rain,
The low rumble of an oncoming train,
An appointment with bliss I strive to meet.
I've been waiting for love in all the wrong phases,
Looking for love in all the wrong praises,
Placing my trust in those with careless hands.
I've been praying for love to all the wrong graces,
Making room for love in all the wrong spaces,
Explaining myself to those who won't understand.
There's so much that I've been dreaming of --
I've been looking for love.
Kneeling before a man robed in darkest hue,
With the cult kneeling all around me too,
I've finally found love in the brethren.
But as they lie me upon the altar stone,
Bent backwards with vital organs prone,
A single thought fills my mind: wrong again.
I've been searching for love in all the wrong places,
Looking for love in all the wrong faces,
Giving my heart to those who just don't care.
I've been gambling for love with all the wrong aces,
Betting on love in all the wrong races,
Trying so hard to find what just ain't there.
There's so much that I've been dreaming of --
I've been looking for love.
There's so much that I've been dreaming of --
I've been looking for love.
Looking for love.
This poem was quite interesting Kai; not your usual style until the end there. The rhyme skeme caught my attention too; again, not like you.
I liked the story told in the poem as well as the refrain. Excellent work as always Kai. Write more.
I think I already commented in your LJ that this poem was very good! Oh yeah, I'm the one who said it would make a good song by some artist who could mix southern rock with black metal, LOL! Do you know why the cowboy had shit on his mustache? He was looking for love in all the wrong places!
…..what comes to mind Wraith/Kai upon reading this writing penned (or perhaps more accurately typed on a pc) is how so oft it seems as times that the more we give ourselves to dreaming, as it were, to the finding of that sweet commodity, that being …love….then…the more at times the dream rather to a nightmare of horrors untold is turned ~