And then sad songs here, there and everywhere
Sad songs pouring from the sky
Like sugar in my manmade tea
How many raindrops, baby
How many sad songs for you and me?
Drink your tea
Drink your water and be happy, happy and free
on a cold wet winters day
and I remember places
and loved ones faces
they all seem so far away
I don't really care if your reasoning
tells you that I am strange
cause your red neck ways
won't leave you room
to face the tides of change
It's ignorance and hypocrisy
don't mock me with your tone. Don't sift through the mistakes I've made, don't ask me how it goes.
It seems to me you've seen it all, your fortunes well in tow. But you're blind to the most certain fact, there's always room to grow.
it seems a simple thing..
wasn't a Lamborghini, or a condominium...
A first-class trip to Paris, or even a county fair..
and if i were to tell him,
he probably wouldn't understand....
he said I should probably wash it.....
It smells a bit you see,
(and it does)
But it smells...
Something happened to my pink umbrella, baby
It was raining down from the sky
I felt ill, and wanted to die
My pink umbrella, baby
The sun was shining, baby
My pink umbrella lost itself
And I wanted to shine
than a person
Facebook...the dream was singing to my art
I decided to write bad poetry
It fitted my mood of the day
Facebook - oh so clever
An open book
Full of secrets
For all to see
Secrets for you and me
Joy in my heart
Pain in my art
Millions of users
and took all my beer
The dishes the CDs,and eight tracks ,I fear
The laptop and flatscreen a mere prolog
To finding you also carried off the dog
You done me wrong you deflated my ego
Was that any way to say,Adios,amigo?
I spent all of thesse days in a semi on the interstate
and stretch upward.
Plump, golden, lovely in your simplicity.
You imagine that maybe, possibly...
You just might be beautiful.
You just might be important.
You just might be wanted.
But then, without notice...
You’re cut down.
You're absently trampled...
for the lark
He collects from the circle
and takes the walk
He's the fastest
and he has ID.
Soon the circle
will be comfortable
and somewhat blind
and the bottles will empty
and rabbit runs again
Stacked lines on bridge mounts
and graffiti on concrete revetments
Both of us
Hard for me.
I loved every
When to let go.
That I won't...
This little ambiguity just flopped out of my head and onto the floor...unfortunately, I picked it up and now I'm inflicting it on you poor, unsuspecting folks.
Let me also add, with the deepest apologies to my favorite poet of all time: Dear Robert, I may borrow your rhyme and...
Weary and worn out, I don't know where to begin,
The fading sun has left a lonely man with nothing more then a shadow of a grin,
Battered and bruised and often misused,
Forever left in darkness and often abused,
Life has no meaning with nothing to lose,
Time has made its...
things they said, the THINGS they said!answers I so desperately seekchurn and burn and grind my souloscillating, spinning beyond my mind's controllay me bare, between the beauty and the darkdeeper and deeper and deeper I sinkdissecting and ripping and tearing and screamingmy...
or not but it is my first poem. Here goes nothing.
For there I lay in bed dreaming.
Not asleep but merely pondering the life ahead of me.
My thoughts are screaming and will not let me be.
The failures throughout my life racing through my head had me steaming.
this hurt I can't show, so I'll burn this page just like all those times before, it's all the same there and here, a tear is shed a smile is cracked the secret remains, entrenched in this heart, enveloping those bitter aspects of this bleeding past, A haze of confusion lingering...
I am constantly wondering what might happen if you knew that my smile isn't shatter proof, that my love is overwhelming, that I am human to my core and that I'm scared of everything. Will you run as soon as you see the ugliness in me? Are you immune to the guiles of my...
I can't remember now if I took it because I thought it would be a "bunny" class or if it was required for my Early Childhood Education degree. Doesn't matter really. It turned out to be very significant.
The professor looked like a biker gnome: short, stocky, long white hair...
thunder in her voice.
The warning scream of a panther
as she gives you her command.
Best you heed the warning boys...
Cause, whether Storm or Cat...
You try to mess with that girl,
She'll tell you where it's at...
And after you're all wet, shivering and alone....
Good Hope... Glen Hansard)Stay close to me.Let me feel your warmthOn a cold October daySofter the winter that's coming,And warm a heart and skinThat needs some saving.From all of this mireOf time and lost timeAnd the demons within.Lift up your head and kissForget memories for...
To whom it may concern.
I LOVE your warm and caring heart...
I LOVE the way you rip and tear mine apart...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE your kind and loving gentle words...
I LOVE the way the harsh ones make me hurt...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE all your honesty and truth...
I LOVE the cold...
tried to touch it
I tried to jump around it
I tried to keep it in my art
But it didn't matter
The thought was gone
Gone with the wind
Gone for the day
I really tried to jump
She looks down at her weary hands.
They ache from the toils of the day.
For every day they lovingly hold many lives,
Gladly being the hand of love,
The hand of kindness,
The hand of patience,
And the hand of sacrifice.
Grateful to to give...
When they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
Space them like
Like a cluster that is meant to be
They call it poetry
Time just passing by with the blues,
Filled with ups and downs and bad news,
What is before us, do we really get to choose?
Through all the pain and darkness we look for clues,
But most of the time we hear just boos,
Is it really all about paying just our dues?
found a heavy piece of wood
and thought as hard as a caveman could
until at last he understood
to him the role of King belonged
He knew he couldn't hesitate
to split every fellow caveman's pate
till on their knees they would await
King Grom the greatest of the great...
What is a word
Without a voice
What is a thought
Without a feeling
I thought I knew
All I needed to
Until I realized
I didn’t know you
The way I want to
The way I dream of
Still here I am
…your next word
The movie Ondine
From water we came
From water we shall return
Comfort, know all is not lost
All is All Alright...
I said it the first day and say it tonight.
In rain we remember our origins
Salted sea waves wash over us